Somethin' So Dope (feat. Los G)

That 208 stilo

Fuck with us homie

Let's get it

Done time on the front lines

Sometimes I wonder how I make it with no sunshine

Confined 'cus I run from the 1 time

Sublime 'cus pigs still wanna cuff mine

I puff mine feelin' so blown while I drop this

One lines all it takes to be honest

Flow so hot I got broads goin topless

God bless 'em all and forgive all the nonsense

Broken promises and broken dreams

Even broken glass, among hopeless fiends

On a mission to get flooded with the dopamine

Till I'm Muerto Fin, know what I mean

Team no sleep, thats when i'm most weak

Then I go deep, even staying up when I got no tweak

OP's and I'm breakin' down a couple OZ's

So good they mistook it for an OD

Homies who can say that they know me

My OG's posted on the block and they won't leave

Slowly slip in the abyss of the lonely

As I smoke weed in the rain as I proceed

Dayzie dragons, sick superstitions

Creased Dickies with crack back addictions

Pay admissions to get in the session

Double S'n with a bad Smith & Wesson

In this profession we don't ask questions

A cartel connection with bomb selection

Protection case it goes the wrong direction

No flexin' or testin' from either section

Fuck hoes .38 snub nose

9 Millimeter and a 30 OT 6

Guns blow like a dumb hoe

Then I compose somethin so dope

It can pop hits

Dumbo from the blunt blow

Never gave a fuck though

I come show how to drop this

Got some Locs on ese come toke

Cut throat gun smoke so you betta not miss

So you betta not miss

Cut throat gun smoke so you betta not miss

So you betta not miss

Cut throat gun smoke so you betta not miss

So you betta not miss

You better not miss

We dont slip

you better not miss

I remember all them cold lonely nights

When it was just me and some work I had to bundle up

Its immense All da love dat I got fa patnas

So much that I could never sum it up

Smooth criminal, I'm usually inside locked in

Cause all them bitches wanna come wit us

And whoever got beef we can cut em up

Yeah them suckas just lunch to us

If don't go viral it'd be my biggest regret

This ain't a sitcom but we doin it step-by-step

My **** on a mission of gettin it wit no stress

Bout to name drop these bitches while puttin they shit to rest

Whole style goofy got a stench from they flesh

Might as well pop off they'll get stretched if they test

Bums playin so bad they'd get benched by a ref

If ye ain't ridin wit the team you gettin left wit the rest

Syklon, homie hit me on some block shit

Betta think twice you thinkin you can top this

This that feature they been waiting on that hot shit

They can try all they want, they are not this

This that lil flame emoji wit a rocket

This ya bitch bouta leave the show topless

This is me, corner 3, Larry Johnson

Stand on business like that good kid from Compton

You better not miss

We dont slip

you better not miss

Fuck hoes .38 snub nose

9 Millimeter and a 30 OT 6

Guns blow like a dumb hoe

Then I compose somethin so dope

It can pop hits

Dumbo from the blunt blow

Never gave a fuck though

I come show how to drop this

Got some Locs on ese come toke

Cut throat gun smoke so you betta not miss