Dope House lyrics

by

Slim 400


[Intro: Slim 400]
400
4 Block
White Rocks

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Hard rock
Break it down in that dope spot
Yowda know it ain't flowin’ right
So I changed shifts to get the dough right
I don't cut deals with no snitch n*gga
I pull a .40 on a b*tch n*gga
I need two PA, he air it out
I'ma brag it off that real sh*t
You b*tch n*ggas ain’t gon' feel this
I'm the one n*ggas speakin' on
I'm Sancho at that dope spot
I'm Slim 4 public
n*ggas act, they get to bustin'
Who say I ain't thuggin’? (Bompton)
I rep Bompton, it’s nothin' (Yup)
So that burner, they tuck it
This my dope spot, n*gga
With your b*tch ass
Your homies, y’all ain't gon' kill sh*t, n*gga
'Cause y’all b*tches and pus*y
And y'all b*tches know y'all business
That boy y'all self-dissin'?
Take a sec' to listen
Never could y'all f*ck with us and never
I'm on my job, n*gga, I am the kill (Bompton)
b*tches, hoes, and n*ggas, they on deck (Tree Top, n*gga)
b*tch n*ggas rest in p*ss
[Chorus: Yowda]
n*gga, I don't move until the bag do
I'm finna post up and just relax few
When you chase the money, never let it pass you
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
Say you got a play, what would that do?
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do

[Verse 2: Yowda]
She in Section 8, that's a perfect place
Tell the baby daddy grab the kids so we can move the weight
Grab the house at the end of the cul-de-sac
Dope so pure, you drop it, watch, you get a quarter back
I'm the quarterback, and this a dope spot
I'ma turn this b*tch here into a dope spot
Weed, coke, and the pills all in one stop
Them n*ggas bangin' 'round here, the police don't stop
But them knocks do, what his block move?
Twenty grand in a day, what your block do?
Pop up around here, them n*ggas pop tools
Don't play that gangster role if it's not you
n*gga hit my trap line if you gettin' low
Erase the past out your mind when they hit your door
They yellin' ten-four, Yowda red, Slim 4 (400)
Bompton, Mainy and Tee, what it's hittin' for?
[Chorus: Yowda]
n*gga, I don't move until the bag do
I'm finna post up and just relax few
When you chase the money, never let it pass you
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do
Say you got a play, what would that do?
n*gga, I don't move until the cash do

[Outro]
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White Rocks
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