[Intro: S.dot]
45, We do this sh*t forreal
45 sh*t forreal
Six'O we do this sh*t man
365 24/7 all that sh*t
45 sh*t man
Dont get me started tho man
You know?
Gang!
Lets get it
[Verse 1:S.dot]
Dropped a few singles gotem on my di*k
Truth be told im the hottest from the six
Green beam with the scope imma spotem there and RIP
I was born 95 been a problem ever since
Do a hit switch whips
I just wanna get rich
Roll joints get lit
Im a dog get bit
That fourty go click click
Slap the fifty in
And im always in the hood like a engine is
I swear these n*ggas act like b*tches super sensitive
No sneaky talk pullup on them what the issue is
Thats a thot on my line and she feeling me too, imma go and di*k her down thats what gentleman do
n*ggas couldn't walk a mile in my timberland boots
Call my bullets ups how im sending them thru
Young n*gga need a check like its on the first
Sipping on some syrup cuz that liquor make my stomach hurt
Set-trippin lacking get a goofy put up on a shirt
Drop it on the scale with a pot it's time to go to work
Chiraq it's a drill if you scared n*gga go to church
Skimask in the van now we on alert
Talking down get exposed with yo hating ass
n*ggas goofy they be softer then a babyass
Call my phone if it ain't guowp conversation dead
Money on the other line you better make it fast
Im the type to take a flight to go and chase a bag
You just work a 9-5 with your basic ass
If you looking like a stain then we taking that
Stunting on the six run up on em with a Jason mask, face his ass
I was broke down bad n*ggas used to laugh, till I dropped a mixtape got me in my bag
All these rap n*ggas trash got me getting mad
If you see me with a thot I was getting head
Flying out to Queens that's the next spot
Tell Epic point me to the trap-spot
I'm Dotarachi on S.dot, and n*ggas know I do it big like caps lock
Flashlight on the glizzy I tax that, you ain't never gotta ask if I got that
And I don't put pipes on my snapchat, cuz in real life you get clapped dead
How n*ggas only hitters on the internet, f*ck that drop your location and adress
Smoking dead n*ggas get whiff of that
Pullup on them put a end to all that chitter-chat
Sliding in the Nissan max and its tinted black blicking at his fitted cap how he gon remember that
If you want dot for a verse you got to sent a check
Finesse gang we the best I don't think they get it yet