Supply And Demand - Dope Boy Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Str8 Kash] Everybody put ya hands up Everybody, everybody put ya hands up [Hook: Str8 Kash] I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody wanna cop it? I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody, anybody wanna cop it? Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er [Verse 1: Str8 Kash] Young chico, my n***a, yeah I done seen a lotta dough Get the bread, blow the door Blow it while the pot smell Cash make 'em sick I hit them hoes with the antidote Lotta coke, lotta green b**h, I'm from the land of dreams Triple six under my eye so I can see you when I sleep Money bags under my eyes, n***a, I am so alive Ridin' through my city, n***a, everybody f** with me n***as stand up on the table, and I'm gonna take a seat Livin' so fast, when they [?] our gla** I used to hit a couple licks but that was in my past Sold my soul for a kilo, yeah, n***a, so what? On my Chief Keef sh**, I hit them with that cobra [Hook: Str8 Kash] I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody wanna cop it? I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody, anybody wanna cop it? Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er [Verse 2: Stitches] b**h, I'm A1 like I came right outta the pot Be aware about that boy Stiches, he don't carry a Glock I can't stand these fake fools claimin' to be drug dealers You ain't never seen a brick, and you ain't never been no real n***a We flippin' that work, you know we do not use a scale And if the feds catch us slippin', you know we do not get no bail I don't like them red and blue lights Tryna catch me slippin' through the night All I know is sell that straight white And I will turn a b**h straight if she is a dyke I'm rubbin' straight c**aine all up on her p**y And I can stash a kilo right up in her p**y Rest in peace to that boy Pablo Escobar Salute to all my trap n***as, if y'all is trappin' hard You n***as already know what TMI is about We put that work up on your block if y'all go through a trial (We life saviors!) [Hook: Str8 Kash] I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody wanna cop it? I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody, anybody wanna cop it? Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er [Verse 3: Str8 Kash] Had a dream that all my n***as stuntin' and they was livin' lavish Walk up in the [?], grab the Glock, and say, "I gotta have it" This is a [?] the picture of a chico chasin' riches I kept it one-hundred, I ain't never brake no bridges See, my daddy was a dope boy, and my uncle was a jack boy One thing about my fam', we ain't never bein' broke, boy And it started with a pop, and it ended with a song Middle finger to the judge that ain't never gave 'em bail Man, I do it for the real, the rough, and the rugged Throw me in the pot, I bet that come back one-hundred And I'm [?], that's a letter to the feds And all the p**y n***as got a price up on my head [Hook: Str8 Kash] I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody wanna cop it? I'm sellin', I'm sellin' narcotics Do anybody, anybody wanna cop it? Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er Get yo sh** straight drop Straight drop, motherf**er