Lil Keed ft. Lil Gotit - Dead Doc Lyrics

(12-0-9, please)
Yeah, real hood baby, yeah
Real hood baby, yeah
(30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga) Woo, yeah

No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas
Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you

Bricks in the mattress, got bricks in the attic
Don't fuck with no pig, no mices, and no rabbits
I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping
And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddest
My top piece is rich, ain't paying a band
And all of my shooters, they action, no Jackson
My ho, she cheating on me but I can care less
'Cause I'm tricking all out in Cali'
My ho out in Cali', her hair match the panties
I'm chilling with her friends, I'm living real slatty
These niggas big jokes, he say he want smoke
We treat it like play fight, we go laser-tagging
I hopped on the Rolls, the curtain was closed
If it was low could trap out some Caddy's
No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider
We put on big diamonds in traffic
Guess all I'm saying is

No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute
'Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas
Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you

Too slimy, we play with your mental
Everybody eat, but a rat mix with them
They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender
Slip on the jimmy every time that I bend her
Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothing
With 24, he Heavy, that slime, I be daily
Equipped with them blickys, y'all trapping, we ready
Equipped with this money it came with a debt
Off a Perc' and an Adderal, I feel meditated
We straight out the hood, they killing and begging
Thousand, bet a thousand tell 'em to bet it
Trackhawk, no hemi, I really be getting it
Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist
I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty
We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy
That bitch ain't expensive, you the one that's trippin'

No, me, I ain't struggled in a minute (that ho for the gang)
'Cause all I do is handle business (don't let that bitch trick you)
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
'Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain't tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em
I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas
Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no problems with you

(12-0-9, please)
(30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)