51st Disciple

D.A. Got That Dope

[Chorus]
He been coolin' wit' his partna', blowin' dope
Plottin' how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly' said, "It's smoke,"
That lil' nigga turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let 'em take his soul, he gon' make a nigga ghost
He gon' up that chop' and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta' shit done made him cold, he been thuggin' wit' his pole
Bangin' 55 minus 4, ohhh
Better tell these niggas he ain't gangsta
He ain't walkin' out the house unless that nigga got his banger
Well, they better tell these niggas they ain't dangerous
He'll work the choppa out like he done got it for a chain, no

[Verse 1]
They took his cousin early, he couldn't believe they got him buried
He broke down at Miss Shirley's, they told him chill and not to worry
Fuck that, ain't no sparin', got people dyin', now it's scary
Don't care 'bout kids and parents, them bullets flyin' like canaries
He went and bought a new choppa', ain't hearin' nobody, not even his momma
He grew out his dreads like a Rasta, [?]
He fallin' out wit' his partnas', these niggas goin' to war over dollas'
He tryna' get to the commas, camo bandana with Fendi and Prada

[Chorus]
He been coolin' wit' his partna', blowin' dope
Plottin' how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly' said, "It's smoke,"
That lil' nigga turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let 'em take his soul, he gon' make a nigga ghost
He gon' up that chop' and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta' shit done made him cold, he been thuggin' wit' his pole
Bangin' 55 minus 4, ohhh
Somebody tell these niggas they some bitches, I ain't hanging wit' no rats and I ain't hangin' wit' no snitches
Man, somebody tell these niggas mind they business, I been runnin' up a check, yeah, I been runnin' up them digits

[Verse 2]
Say they gon' snatch my chain, bitch try to reach, I up and bang
I feel like Damien Wang, bitch we a army, major pain
And bitch, I stayed the same, through all the fake shit and the fame
And RIP my main, ayy D Trey this shit in yo' name

[Chorus]
He been coolin' wit' his partna', blowin' dope
Plottin' how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly' said, "It's smoke,"
That lil' nigga turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let 'em take his soul, he gon' make a nigga ghost
He gon' up that chop' and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta' shit done made him cold, he been thuggin' wit' his pole
Bangin' 55 minus 4, ohhh

[Outro]
Somebody tell these niggas they some bitches, I ain't hanging wit' no rats and I ain't hangin' wit' no snitches
Man, somebody tell these niggas mind they business, I been runnin' up a check, yeah, I been runnin' up them digits