Round One - Dot Demo

Right back

Back in this bih

Bugging out, uh

Runnin down

100 yards

Hail Mary

Black Jesus

On mamas

I don’t need no one to vouch, uh

2 deep

Me & ninaaa

Like Martin & gina

White beater

Red nose

Gated house uh

Picket fence

Backyard

Dig a ditch

6 feet

Undefeated nigga

Quarters in the couch

Huh

Several grams

Of them fire taliband

Dog treats

What need nigga?

Pistol on the counter

Organic

Built it from the ground up

Crossfaded

Still ain’t f’d the count up

Still get lil riled up

When a fuck nigga comes around us

Other then that I still cool as round 1

Still moving how I want

Still the same nigga

Yea, still head hunting

Still the one that’ll press that red button

Still the same nigga, yea still!

See. no. opponents

Still I wish a nigga would

God damn

Still the first 1 to pop off

Glock sizzle like pot roast

Tried to pop out an got dropped off

Venom, yea the high dose

Block clicking like 96'

I could fry a fish wit my eyes closed

Foreign pack, the wide load

Street money

Big Gato

Hellcat purr

Free Ralo

Gotta get it times 4

Times up, end of convo

I been hella tired

Let the time go

Uh …

Look

Done fucked around

Broke the rock down wit a blindfold

Beat the pot

Hit it with the combo

Tripping off the contact

Built for combat

Till he John Doe

Uh

Yea

Inspired by the Pablo’s, Capo’s, El Chapo’s

Head Hancho’s

Top Dawgs, in the Top class, wit the top gone

IPhone, GPS hit

Get you knocked off

(Dropped off) nigga

Graveyard shifts till this pops off nigga

Catalog deeper then a back blocks

Niggas wanna mad dog

Ain’t never took it that for nigga

Eyes bloodshot Ike Matt Barnes

Pullin up, mask off

I don’t do the trash talk nigga

I don’t even like going back & fourth

Make a nigga mash off

You could take the scraps home witcha

Yeaa

Still chain smoking like a muthafucka

100 on the petro

30 in my lap like a newborn

26 summers

Still walkin wit a jansport

Lap you niggas twice with my boots on

Rolling niggas dead homies

Wit a lil dark leaf

Send that shit round, nigga still thuggin

43rd On 10 niggas still buggin

40 niggas outside ready to kill something

Still catching bodies for the set

Huh

Still catching bodies for the check

Give a nigga lil rope

Watch em tie it round the neck

Huh

Still the same nigga yea, still head hunting

Still the 1 the OG’s call the vet

Yeah!

Still the first 1 to pop off

Still get you knocked off

Still that nigga, in the flesh

Yeah!

Same energy

Same nigga

Nothin changed but the.

Money, Power, Fame & Respect

Huh

Kicked door, made a lil lane for the lil homies

Barely made it out the game

Visions still haunt me.

Camping out, been in the crib got it still on me

No lackin now. this shit get real

Couple bills on it …

Few hunnit thou.

Living wild

Nothing hit you like truth my nigga

Spaced out

Ceiling off the space coup my nigga

Only nigga that I owe is Jesus my nigga

Pistol on the counter

Organic

Built it from the ground up

Crossfaded

Still ain’t f’d the count up

Still get lil riled up

When a fuck nigga comes around us

Other then that I still cool as round 1

Still moving how I want

Still the same nigga

Yea, still head hunting

Still the one that’ll press that red button

Still the same nigga, yea still!

See. no. opponents

Still I wish a nigga would

God damn