PAPA EPILL - R.O.T.D lyrics

[Hook: SK LaFlare] Everywhere I go I'm selling dope You know I'm selling wholes I'm selling 4's Gallons of the lean sellin po But no more drink for me I'm tryna smoke Smoke Smoke Smoke Smoke Smoke Smoke Getting rich off the dope Dope dope dope dope dope dope Cause everybody tryna smoke (x2) [Verse 1: SK LaFlare] b**hes molly, I don't sip Bacardi Hennessy, patron but I don't drink often Once in a blue moon with some Wolf Gang n***as Taking trips o t so you can't f** with us Still waters run deep, watch 'em sink to a river Disrespect oh well hollow tips in your liver And I put that on the set like I put that down for a minute But I always had it I was stacking to the ceiling Me and Juan in the trap and we tryna make a million Mike Free on the beat b**h you know we bout to k** it Real street sh** real n***as gon' feel it If you don't die slow all you n***as know the business [Hook] [Verse 2: OG Juan] Pull up in the ben Already know I'm lookin clean Pro club no Versace Need to make a plate call me Anything can happen I'm OG Don't hit my line if it ain't them racks ? bring that money back Dread head rasta top shotta One phone call and we got ya Give up everything you got f** around n***a end up shot Hit me on my line got bout 4 Poo's phone boomin for that dough Mike Free on the beat ho Hit a lick then I gotta go Wolf Gang n***a Taliban Don't say nothing run and bang [Hook] [Verse 3: Papa Epill] Blunt ashes on my white tee Already know a n***a still icy This beat bang sh** on my n***a Mike Free In the club real big pop a pill Got hoes in the clinic, your b**h real with it Golf Wang Taliban bust your knees, take your cheese [Hook]