Dope Fiend lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, [?] got the drip)
(Michigan Music)

[Verse]
Good thing I ain't a doctor, I ain't got patience
Just let off shots, he rushin' to the doctor, he did not make it
I'll take a n*gga to his maker and I'm not playin'
I could have this b*tch do a hex on you, she a dark Haitian
Tie a n*gga up and burn his body, he in a dark basement
b*tch, I'm on the block huntin' the opps, you see a car chase him
So I let off shots and hit his top from a far angle
b*tch, I'm headed out the way, I got a Pelle on
b*tch, you got it stuffed with up our league, that's what I tell these hoes
b*tch, I can't never leave the trap what I'ma tell the roll
I damn near got a milli' cash in my tele phone
Just gotta go and get it, my young n*gga drop bodies for a living
He in the murder business
I'll take a n*gga's trap and pistol whip him, he get murdered with it
If the n*gga get away, I chase him down, I'm finna curse him with it
I'm finna burn him with it
Finna slide off in a Hellcat, I'm finna burn the engine
Hit the trap to cook the dog up, I'm finna burn the kitchen
Got a drum in my Glock, a hundred shots, I'm finna burn the pistol
I heard them n*ggas posted at a party, I'm finna burn the middle
And meet him at the 'spital
'Cause they ain't get the job done
Then I'm here to kill you
If a n*gga speakin' on my b*tch, I won't Will Smith you
Bro, I will kill you
Pull up with that chopper, let off shots and they will fill you
I was goin' through your b*tch phone while you was out trippin'
Oh, he at a bar? Let off shots while he out sippin'
I caught him runnin' out the back, why did he try dippin'?
I hit him in his face, stomach, and arm, even an eye ligament
My deuce knew I was bad goin' to school, I wanted to try skippin'
Was tryna be like my big bro, was gettin' high with him
I seen him leave at school with two hoes, I wanna drive with him
We took him to a trap on the South side, we finna dive in him
I don't know why the opps love parties, they always die in 'em
Nah, these b*tches goin' live just to cry in 'em
Ha, this sh*t quite silly
I bet you ever catch me out, I got a pipe with me
b*tch, I got a switchie on my ten milli'
b*tch, I'm to that point, you want my masters, give me ten milli'
And we can make it happen
Always know if rap don't go right, then I'd make it trappin'
b*tch, I'd make it happen
Who said I won't get a n*gga whacked? b*tch, I'll make it happen
Tie a n*gga up and burn his body and now the boy ashes