Dope Runna, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist]

Got to keep going

What the fuck does she want?

Chopper on me, it'll blow your ass to next morning

I be at the front door like, "What you order?"

Wanna stretch the work, you throw in a lil' water

Heard you were working with the pigs, you informer

Yeah, it's time to go

Twelve on me, got a warrant

Big band don't fold

Gotta keep going had to let a nigga go

[?] blowin' shit, I had to let a nigga know

Stomp a nigga out then I put it on the net

[?] comin' at ya neck

I be with with my dogs, I'm a motherfuckin' vet

You ain't a fuckin' dog, you's a motherfuckin' pet

She a motherfuckin' chiefin' no set

I'ma bring the heat and leave bro with no breath

How you put your weight in the hood with no rep?

[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner

Lil nigga, what you is?

I'm a dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Lil nigga, what you do?

I'm a dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa

[Verse 2: Kane Grocerys]

Nigga, I'm a fucking dope runner

You can catch me in the motherfucking dope runners

All red and I'm already dope running

You can catch me at the motherfucking store or something

And I might have a motherfucking pound of something

Or I might have some motherfucking brown or something

Nigga what the fuck you want, I got that dope pack

Nigga what the fuck you want, I got that loud pack

I'm smoking on that thraxx, nigga and I'm in the cut

Nigga, got the toolie on me, better not get buck

Nigga, I'm in the fucking club, nigga so what

Got yo bitch poppin her ass, she a fucking slut

Told that bitch "Get out my face, you lil fucking mutt"

I don't care about no stupid ass fucking sluts

I need a good bitch, I need a hood bitch (x3)

I need a bitch that ain't lurkin on the internet

I need a motherfucking pound of some bricks

Nigga I need that fucking dope, where it's at doe

I'm at my back door serving out my back door

Got a car, no, I ain't even pay for it

I'm in New York and I'm still in my dope runnas

Young nigga trapping in the fucking dope runnas

Young nigga and I got them fucking dope runnas

And they got them torches nigga and they'll blow something

Lil bitch

[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner

Lil nigga, what you is?

I'm a dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner

Lil nigga, what you do?

I'm a dope runner, dope runner

Dope runner, dope runner, dope runner, whoa