Dope House Lyrics - Singles - Chinx

My nigga if you ain't coppin' you ain't got no business around the fucking spot 

Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for? 

Booking on the interstate I'm bailing with them bricks 

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish 

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game 

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

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No degrees but did my thing in culinary 

Either that or could've hit them courts and hoop 

Creep up on them with them hammers we gon nail em 

Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup 

D.A tried to lock me up for child abuse cause I was whippin' babies 

In the daycare, and pushed em off the stoop 

Chopper with the scope, tell them niggas merry Christmas 

But it won't be Santa Claus niggas sending through your roof 

Catch a nigga hanging round the trap, he need to buy something 

I'mma do the chicken dance with Flocka when them pies come 

Pull up to the dock and park the fee up on the boat 

Pussy nigga, guarantee less than a key will get you smoked 

When that money come in, you and some your niggas fall out 

Hate it when you pull up to the venue with them cars out 

All my diamonds blue, my jeweler got me on some LOC shit 

And them killers with me down to shoot, ain't with no ho shit 

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Booking on the interstate I'm bailing with them bricks 

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish 

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game 

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Yeah, fuck up out my dope house, where them niggas came from 

[?] Jada, where you think I got the name from 

Raised round the junkies, where you think I got my game from 

Soon as the love stop, that's when the pain come 

We ain't selling bundles either, we just moving big shit 

Try to disappear with some work, get your wig split 

You can try to find a vein or you can sniff shit 

Get it on the arm then I need a little interest 

Naw you can't live with us, we don't want no visitors 

People call us drug dealers, I say we distributors 

Haters gone hate cause we keep making em sick of us 

Keep making it hot, they gone think about evicting us 

Booking on the interstate I'm bailing with them bricks 

Cooking with the flour, hit me if you need the fish 

Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded, that's the ball game 

Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house 

Fuck up out my dope house