Dope Sold lyrics

[Intro: LilCJ Kasino]
(I'ma do it like that, YB)
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Gang sh*t, b*tch
(Nah, Loomin, that's my bad)
Ayy

[Verse 1: LilCJ Kasino]
I hit the block, get the dope sold
n*gga feel like I'm Ice T, I got coco
Pour up a four, movin' slow, I'm still watchin' for po-po
Two words that I don't know is, "Go, bro," oh, no
I got a check, now I'm loaded like Loso
Came from the 'ject, now my name supersoaked, ho
I just want that neck, tryna see who the throat goat
Yeah, bad lil' b*tch jump on that di*k like a pogo
Hit from the back, put that b*tch a chokehold
Went got a sack, now I'm ballin' like Ocho
Still at the back of the trap with a four-four
Diss on the track, we gon' smoke him like Dodo
Stay on attack, we throw bullets like Romo
Turn that boy to a pack and use that for some promo
n*gga havin' them racks, we just bust down our logo
We got sh*t on lock, got 'em like, "Where the rows go?"
[Verse 2: BigStan Kasino]
Still in the trap with some 'bows of the pressure
Ten toes down in the field with my steppers
[?] my Draco, you catch you a halo
If a n*gga try to play me like a rapper
Lil' bro put him up in the 'Wood and we wrap him
These n*ggas ain't industry, n*ggas be cappin'
That sh*t look good when a n*gga be rappin'
He wanted to be viral, now a n*gga in a casket
He said he was fire, so we sent him to see Fire
Duckin' no smoke, b*tch, I'm still on the Eastside
Got two chains on, my goddamn neck turnt up
Boy, they hate how a young n*gga flex
Boy, these f*ck n*ggas ain't never been a threat
n*gga go against the set, get smoked like [?]
Same gang turned up and took off like a jet
Steppin' on n*ggas' neck and we ain't even broke a sweat

[Interlude: LilCJ Kasino]
Nah, for real
Don't play with that gang, n*gga, y'all know how the f*ck we comin'
Stain sh*t, gang sh*t only

[Verse 3: LilCJ Kasino]
I'm the one that be doggin' your b*tch like a pet
I just stuffed a whole fifty-round clip in my TEC
That b*tch know I can't stick around, dip after gettin' my sex
Independent, I'm the only n*gga gettin' my check, ayy
I still be hittin' my ex just to chill in the trap, n*gga still done got fresh
Put them bricks [?], you come get 'em, it's less
Always tell my dogs chill, n*gga, don't make me tell 'em to fetch