R.O.T.D

[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] Bitches molly, I don't sip Bacardi Hennessy, patron but I don't drink often Once in a blue moon with some Wolf Gang niggas Taking trips o t so you can't fuck 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 bitch you know we bout to kill it Real street shit real niggas gon' feel it If you don't die slow all you niggas 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 Fuck around nigga 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 nigga Taliban Don't say nothing run and bang [Hook] [Verse 3: Papa Epill] Blunt ashes on my white tee Already know a nigga still icy This beat bang shit on my nigga Mike Free In the club real big pop a pill Got hoes in the clinic, your bitch real with it Golf Wang Taliban bust your knees, take your cheese [Hook]