Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Spot , by - Luxury Tax. Release date: 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 |