My Dope House Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

My dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin' out my dope house 

Eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope out 

Chillin' in my dope house, my dope house 

Niggas stickin' up the dope house 

None this shit 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 

All across the map we shipping them loads 

Disrespect and play me? You gots to go 

(?) faith in my niggas, Diego that's my nigga 

And we kill for him and if a nigga try to kill 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 

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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 fuck 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 fuck 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 

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My dope house, my dope house 

Straight blow at the dope house 

Popo at the dope house, snitch nigga must have told about it 

Down for a kidnap, for a kidnap 

Real nigga, we done did that 

At the crib with your motherfuckin' mama 

And your kids, know where everybody did that 

Everybody keep quiet 

Everybody on the floor 

Everbody gone see 

Bitch I'm from the east side 

Where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat 

(?) motherfuckers (?) all day 

Hundred murders in a week 

Boys got (?) in the project hallway 

Ain't nobody gone speak 

Niggas 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 nigga