CDASP lyrics

[Chorus: Baby Zeek]
I cook dope and sell pills, tell me when your grannie got them
Take the soft up out the bag, put it in bikini bottom
b*tch, it look like Soul Train, when I be in the kitchen locking
I'ma shoot like James Hardin, I can't leave without the rocket
Boddies dropping in Calumbous, they gon' always blame us
Put that money on my head, not a single braid touched
f*cking on this rap b*tch, got 20 dollars saved up
I gave her another 40, I guess that ain't saying much

[Verse: Rio Da Young OG]
In the spot with a brick, hope them folks don't raid us
If I get graded for my hustle, I'ma get an A plus
Couple years ago, made a 50 off the A plus
Hit the fetti with the dog, now it look like angel dust
I'm a ghetto boy, take my shirt off when I'm in public
I'm [?] busting zips down, serving [?]
How the f*ck I'm hiding? Still in that brick house on the corner
Watch [?] make 250 racks off marajuana
Yeah, I sold dope, that was in my past life, your honor
Now I sell words, made a half a million just from talking
I can cut my b*tch titties off right now, 'cause I bought them
Driving Maliboos in fourth grade, you never seen me walking
Take a brick from a n*gga, then go sell it at an auction
A 3 of Wok in a 4 of red, the ghetto boy concoction
Slap him in his head with 40, til his ass in a concussion
When we was talking 'bout the work, that's a whole nother discussion
[Chorus: Baby Zeek]
I cook dope and sell pills, tell me when your grannie got them
Take the soft up out the bag, put it in bikini bottom
b*tch, it look like Soul Train, when I be in the kitchen locking
I'ma shoot like James Hardin, I can't leave without the rocket
Boddies dropping in Calumbous, they gon' always blame us
Put that money on my head, not a single braid touched
f*cking on this rap b*tch, got 20 dollars saved up
I gave her another 40, I guess that ain't saying much