Louie V Mob - Dope Case lyrics

(Intro) Al Capone in this b**h Louie V Mob This the return of the real, n***a Real n***as, real music No limit foreva n***a been tryna give me a case for 15 years n***a I don’t touch no dope I just make a lot of money (Hook) I almost caught a dope case f** the laws, n***a got away 30 G’s in the doorway I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a sponsored links I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a (Verse) Motherf**ers tryna check my stash 30 G’s in my pocket but it’s all cash And a n***a lookin for them big ol packs Now hold and cut my f**in seat but don’t touch my dash Cuz it’s wood grade and all Louie b**h hatin on me cuz she a n***a jury And now a n***a back, I know them hoes watchin b**h get ready cuz you know I’m not stopping On my way to Mexico to see my seniorita Keep my eyes open cuz I’m wanted by them people But that’s alright cuz that holdin on regga And I don’t sell dope but I make a lot of paper f** n***a! (Hook) I almost caught a dope case f** the laws, n***a got away 30 G’s in the doorway I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a (Verse) Well I say polices is watchin me My rearview see lights Got a clear view of my dyke b**h Make one trip and she white And I almost caught that fed case Homicide, head case 30 G’s and a throw away Graduated from an ordain Long clip, big brick Hollywood with a bad b**h No limit, my ho with it Drop it off, my bro get it Know this business like blow business Duck low and that fool spit Set back and I watch P And I turn the key in the show business Ridin round in my style, Ciroc my law Police can’t catch up, my tech shut sh** down Louisiana ball, my round that’s my dog Want a pound make a call, mix the wardrobe with the raw (Hook) I almost caught a dope case f** the laws, n***a got away 30 G’s in the doorway I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a (Verse) Line clickin, my phone tapped Waistline, I got 2 straps Louie life, f** a red light 2-85, I’m doing law Sick, standing on a dope case Just entered, thrown the key away 30 G’s and a half a brick I told P I ain’t goin to jail in may Duffle bag, 40 K 2 trap for the weed is yay Burglary ball, sound bad Like Al Capone I still got away Twist up to my new sh** It’s a 5-50 MG key There watching us fading My pepper spray so they don’t do sh** Lawyers paid up, f** it them gunners K’d up So you better not touch man, don’t say man Just keep them hands off inter man Don’t turn a dope case to a murder case 3 shooters, DT phase Spins calling them filled lines Pray a young n***a get away Chyeah! (Hook) I almost caught a dope case f** the laws, n***a got away 30 G’s in the doorway I almost caught a dope case f** the judge and the V8 n***a, Don’t touch nothing, know how we play n***a Dope case, dope case…