Dope on the Dishes

[Intro: AllStar JR]
(Let's get a bag)
(Beatgang)
Welcome to Get A Bag Records
(Antt did the track)
Where dreams come true
(Let’s get a bag)
Organized Crime
For the set, for the Six‚ yeah

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Keepin' groceries at my grannie's shit
Keep on cookin’‚ still can't smell over that Cali shit
What they been doin'? Chillin'‚ what I been doin'? Gettin' (Yeah)
Get that boy gone, I done threw the Jag' in sports mode, ayy
This might be my hardest shit
Mess my lineup up‚ I hit my barber bitch, ayy
This might be the rawest shit
9K and GlockBoyz bringin' all the straps
And what is promised, I cook more than niggas’ mama (Bitch)
Lethal with that chopper‚ turn a suit into pajamas
You gon’ sleep in it
Fuck with R, don't be cheap with me
She ain’t got no tickets, only reason why this freak with me

[Verse 2: TLG Deuce]
I got enough blues for a few rides
Get this food with these two slides
Couple warrants and a few crimes
Bitch, you better do right (Let's get a bag)
You ain't gotta play tough
She got her L's and we Drac’d up
If you want, we can meet up
You want some more, I'll speed up

[Verse 3: Motown Ty]
You can send the 'bows to the new house
It's three doors down from the blue house
Thankin' Ray-Ray, now it's gettin' higher
And us, we done made a dub and had a shootout

[Verse 4: AllStar JR]
Ten-pound necklace, yeah, I spent ten pounds on it
See it shinin' like I'm workin' for a Fortune 500
I ain't' lyin'
Pull up to the hood, supply hundreds, you ain't buy it
I'm so glad I ain't waste a ride on you

[Chorus: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty]
Let's talk Pyrex, baby
Let's talk about the best of the week
Let's talk about dope uncut
Let's talk about pills and plugs (Let's get a bag)

[Verse 5: AllStar JR]
Ayy
If your grandson growin', I can send you some
It ain't snowin' down there, I'll get you some
When your dog run out of food, get that shit from us
Ain't a Crip, but love blues, who got a script for us?
Talk crazy to them hoes, niggas bitch to us
They be queens to them lames, they ain't shit to us
Them niggas got a couple dollars, they ain't rich as us
Gary said them niggas come around, they ain't lit as us
I get the load off, try to get the load back
Heatin' up the 'caine, finna have me with a froze neck
Still up that same ten on that cold rack
Glock with a ladder, bet a nigga have a closed cask'
On the Mile on some shit with my Mob niggas
We'll meet you at your crib right now trippin'
Don't get it twisted, you ain't catch me out slippin'
First thing I'm finna do is let this four-five empty

[Verse 6: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty]
It's nine in the morning
I woke up at eight and made so many blues
Gettin' money, gettin' money
Even lame niggas on top
Know, kid, we still got so much work to do, yeah (Let's get a bag)
Oh

[Chorus: TLG Deuce & Motown Ty]
Let's talk Pyrex, baby
Let's talk about the best of the week
Let's talk about dope uncut
Let's talk about pills and plugs

[Outro]
(Let's get a bag)
(Beatgang)