Freddie Gibbs - My Dope House lyrics

[Verse 1:] My dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin' out my dope house Eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope now Chillin' in my dope house, my dope house n***as stickin' up the dope house None this sh** in my dope house Porsche stained when I roll out I show 'em love but I love my money even more Disrespect, don't pay me? You gots to go (?) ship in them loads Disrespect and play me? You gots to go (?) faith in my n***as, Diego that's my n***a And we k** for him and if a n***a try to k** him and I'mma die with him Cause Freddie keep a .45 with him ARs in the back and 9s with me From the dudes like a 3 or 4 (?) Clean out the shoes (?) this [Hook:] Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Don't f** with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thing Don't f** with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thang [Verse 2:] My dope house, my dope house Straight blow at the dope house Popo at the dope house, snitch n***a must have told about it Down for a kidnap, for a kidnap Real n***a, we done did that At the crib with your motherf**in' mama And your kids, know where everybody did that Everybody keep quiet Everybody on the floor Everbody gone see b**h I'm from the east side Where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat (?) motherf**ers (?) all day Hundred murders in a week Boys got (?) in the project hallway Ain't nobody gone speak n***as mommas gonna week I put your face on a shirt and get out of town (?) weed and a worry and I rolled it down That Ruger hide on my head and (?) got 30 rounds I keep my hand on a chopper n***a [Hook:]