Lyrics Supplying You With Dope - Conejo

Supplying You With Dope

The exclusive trafficker
I got it sowed up
I’m the master dawg
Rock to the juggler
A rowdy mothafucka that’s a smuggler
It takes a lot
A lot to do this
50 LP’S bitch I thought you knew this
I rule this
I’ll smack you with the gun
That’s right homeboy
You gon need some on
I stoled cars in my youth
But now I spit bars in the booth
I’m an eagle slash fuckin demon
And when I’m in the sky
I feel the freedom
That’s the reason
For obscurity
But a brick by me it’s all purity
Ain’t that the way
It’s suppose to be?
Damn right homeboy
Gotta keep it G
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
My criminal career is here to stay
Cause I’m the MP3
That you love to play
Ghostman with the massacre
That’s right mothafucker coming after you
It’s like I’m live
From the Medellin streets
Surrounded by sicarios
With their fuckin' heat
Take a seat
Before you get blown
I got you front row
That’s your gravestone holmes
Woah nobody going
We block your ass off
Pull your ass out the car
Same story that you heard before
Ese caught a vato slippin
Now he ain’t no more
I’m at the height of my power
Pulling off a heist
With the shots out louder
Good times ain’t hard to find
Here’s a little snow
To clear your mind
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel
Supplying you with dope
So you can feel