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550 - what you doing lyrics

[intro]
slo meezy

[hook 1]
toastin’ up with some mobsters, black suits for the oscars
at the table eating lobster, street n-gga no imposter
blowin’ gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
main b-tch might pop ya, f-ck around take her shoppin’
what kind foreign i’m coppin’, what kind of bricks i’m coppin’
what kind of l!ck i’m plottin’, what kind of stick i’m coppin’
what kind of jeans he shoppin’, what kind of checks he poppin’
bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin’

[verse 1]
straight to the top, goin’ up, these just my checks blowin’ up
come with them racks i’m showin up, sit in the back & i’m pourin up
stayed in the back for no n-gga, no need for a shooter my own n-gga
say you got beef with the wrong n-gga, pockets they thin need a loan n-gga
call in a hit on the phone n-gga, one to the top the dome n-gga
been had the sauce no clone n-gga, blow through them racks got my own whistle
back of the club my own pistol, what’s in my trunk a few missiles
through the ones let ’em grab it, serve the pack’s let ’em have it
came with the money ridin, remember the days i was fantasizing
n-gga ridin foreigns p-ssed me, now i’m in town you can papertag me
big sack, brown bag me, keep k!llas toe taggin’
all red, no flaggin, got it back, no braggin’

[hook 2]
toastin’ up with some mobsters, black suits for the oscars
at the table eating lobster, street n-gga no imposter
blowin’ gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
main b-tch might pop ya, f-ck around take her shoppin’
what kind foreign i’m coppin’, what kind of bricks i’m coppin’
what kind of l!ck i’m plottin’, what kind of stick i’m coppin’
what kind of jeans he shoppin’, what kind of checks he poppin’
bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin’

[verse 2]
what kind of lamb, why did he do it, he got that check then blew it
didn’t even buy him a spot, n-gga be broke soon as he threw it
call up my plug he grew it, give me the pack run through it
three bricks, wanna cop ’em, come in the back soon as i chop ’em
going major when i droppin’, kickin’ flava when i’m poppin’
going brazy when i’m shoppin’, papertrail no floppin’
where did the cash go, where did the mask go
where did the jack go, where the finesse go
serve out the back do’, ran out the back do’
jugg for a sack though, still ride with the mac though
serve ’em some sheetrock, thought it was rerock
sh-t that’s how we pop, ride with the heat c-cked

[hook 3]
toastin’ up with some mobsters, black suits for the oscars
at the table eating lobster, street n-gga no imposter
blowin’ gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
main b-tch might pop ya, f-ck around take her shoppin’
what kind foreign i’m coppin’, what kind of bricks i’m coppin’
what kind of l!ck i’m plottin’, what kind of stick i’m coppin’
what kind of jeans he shoppin’, what kind of checks he poppin’
bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin’

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