Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Premium Dope, artist - Snak the Ripper. Album song From the Dirt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: STEALTH BOMB
Song language: English
Premium Dope |
Yeah |
We back up in this bitch! |
That premium dope |
Ay yo |
I spy with my eyes |
So fly shit designed by |
Corrupt cops that buckshots |
That crack rocks and drive by’s |
Flood the streets like high tide |
Just thinking about how time flies |
You keep this fucking around can get your shirt stained like tie dye |
Fuck smiles and high fives |
Creeping up on your blind side |
This is a true story but on acid it’s a sci-fi |
Read the rappers on the net with no ethernet or wifi |
Forty thousand feet above your city when I fly by |
Sitting shady, spitting crazy |
Till I’m whipping in Mercedes |
Splitting lips on pussies like delivering the grip of babies |
Bitches wanna set my gravy |
Foaming at the mouth like they all |
Sick with rabies, cripping maybe |
Rocked 'em all in the eighty’s |
Slash you with an axe, listening to Guns ‘n Roses |
Yo this shit’s addictive like that trash you putting off your noses |
Every verse ferocious, every word atrocious |
Sicker than most, the closest |
Short of breath like overdosing with tuberculosis |
Yo it’s |
Stack top of the line |
Just rockin' your mind |
Move lots at a time, that premium dope |
Might as well get a stack off the shelf |
In the back we just sell by the pack, that premium dope |
I just go to distance, I just know persistence |
I’m just so relentless, I’m just so consistent |
They call it show business but I never show my business |
Some of you niggas is hoes, some of you hoes is hoes |
I’m just better than both of you bitches |
But the flow is so chauvinistic |
And I don’t leave no forensics for the detective to collect |
Whenever I go ballistic |
Aim your whole existence for dead presidents like the ghost of Nixon |
Give a niggas more bars than a prosecutor who got the most evictions (bars) |
Walking down on my city, how dare you? |
My niggas a stick you up when ever they care to |
Shut the fuck up, you get stuck up like a booji bitch |
You get stuck up like The Weeknd’s hairdo |
And clear blue diamonds snatched up like Claire Bloom (gimme that) |
You make me have to make a move like a godfatherly |
Your block hotter than rock lava, hotter than a hood of police cars (yeah) |
To my top shottas they gone pop choppers like bloc bloca |
Had the top doctors trynna put you back together with ER |
Cause we are |