Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Spot, artist - Luxury Tax.
Date of issue: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dope Spot |
Yeah, nigga |
Y’all niggas already know what the fuck goin' on, nigga |
Back off the drank, niggas and them motherfuckers twisted |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot |
Countin' racks in the dope spot (Fuck goin' on) |
All the straps in the dope spot |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot (Bags, nigga) |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot |
Countin' racks in the dope spot |
All the straps in the dope spot |
You work a job, I run a dope spot (I run that motherfucker) |
Sellin' dope with all the doors locked (Lock that shit) |
Cameras runnin' but them pistols ready (Y'all know what the fuck goin' on) |
Junkies dyin' off the shit we sellin' |
Microwave cook the dope, nigga (Fuck you mean?) |
Whip it fast, time to go, nigga (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) |
Sellin' bags for the low, nigga (I know what’s goin' on, nigga) |
I keep the mid for the low, nigga |
Caught a fifth 'cause I needed a deuce (I need that shit) |
Now I’m twisted 'cause I drunk the whole deuce |
The way I whip, the junkies say I’m the truth |
The bullets flip, I hit the block with the two |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot (Bags, nigga) |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot (Smokin') |
Countin' racks in the dope spot (Racks, nigga) |
All the straps in the dope spot |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot (Bags, bitch) |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot |
Countin' racks in the dope spot (Spend that shit, bitch) |
All the straps in the dope spot |
Fifty of the double ups, I grew up sellin' rocks |
Red strings, red Chucks, runnin' from the cops |
Red beams on the Glock, watch me drop, bah-bah-bah |
Pick the baddest little thot off the block, apricot |
I’m a, , switch hittin', lane switchin' |
Bitch gettin' six figures, self made, go getter |
I’ma ride for 'em, slide for 'em |
We trapped together, that’s my brother |
He upped the pistol, he gon' bust |
These other niggas, I don’t trust 'em |
VVS move like ushers, these silent stones, these ain’t no clusters |
I was trappin', I was hustlin', tryin' to make something out of nothing |
Load the stick for them busters, came accustomed, livin' luxurious |
I’m too legit to quit, we kick your door, take all your shit |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot (Bags, nigga) |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot (Smokin') |
Countin' racks in the dope spot (Racks, nigga) |
All the straps in the dope spot |
Sellin' bags out the dope spot (Bags, bitch) |
Smokin' gas in the dope spot |
Countin' racks in the dope spot (Spend that shit, bitch) |
All the straps in the dope spot |