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stoneda5th - dorner st lyrics

[intro]
(moneybagmont, you makin’ hits)

[verse]
he ain’t gang gang, he ain’t one of us, we ain’t recruitin’ n+ggas
town to the west all get stretched, don’t hang with new n+ggas
i guess they want me dead ’cause i’m from dorner street
ever since my first skit, it been hard to sleep
they popped my broski up three times, we gotta go handle that
the same night we was on feet tryna smoke us a f+g
i touched a hundred bands way before the music
i’ma shoot this n+gga face if he try somethin’ stupid
ain’t no point to go to church, i’m just gon’ sin again
never hopped out a minivan, but i hopped out a benz
tell them boys come out they apartments or we comin’ in
if ling ling not hoeing, then i’m breakin’ in
my hood full of maniacs, so my opps keep dyin’
if you see me with lil maniac, then you know we slidin’
i’m tom brady, but the suckas like odell beckham
’cause every time i send some shots, them b+tch n+ggas catch ’em
if i say i ain’t fear nothin’, i be f+ckin’ lyin’
i fear death, ’cause where the f+ck you gon’ go from here?
hit they block, unload the glock, leave his mama cryin’
chopper bullets take his soul, now he can’t be here
i ain’t roddy ricch, but i keep a gun ’cause i don’t wanna die young
if the crash fl!ck they lights, we both gotta run
how you my friend but hang with the opps? you gon’ get shot too
you hit the pod, just squabble up like you supposed to
i got a lot of opps, so the extension on my clip
lil’ keenan, that’s my dog, he like to shoot sh+t
ocho was bangin’ 14, squabble in the pit
free lil soulja, he been trippin’ since we was kids
shooter gang, murder gang, catch an opp and i’m gon’ drill somethin’
popped a perc’ to ease my pain, now i can’t feel nothin’
free guppy dawg, we was in they hood tryna get us a trophy
they ain’t outside, they don’t got no guns, so who gon’ smoke me?
i ain’t hidin’ from the beef, b+tch, i’m frontlinin’
hit they block and spin again if i don’t hear sirens
he ain’t from the set, he got put off, then he ain’t never slidin’
catch an opp, blow his top, we live by that
you ain’t scored when you slid, you gotta spin back
we call him ricky ’cause he ran and caught four to the back
if a homie want a fade, then he gon’ get that
i ain’t never lied in my raps, i’m livin’ like that
you ain’t never caught an opp and made him breakdance
f+ck bop, f+ck boogie, f+ck your dead mans
f+ck ace, f+ck noah, they some dead b+tches
east to the north is known for hoppin’ fences
[outro]
you ain’t never caught an opp and made him breakdance
f+ck bop, f+ck boogie, f+ck your dead mans
f+ck ace, f+ck noah, they some dead b+tches
east to the north is known for hoppin’ fences

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