Pound For Pound

By Doeman

Released on March 30, 2020

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[VERSE 1]

I want the fetti on fetti

I feel like 2000 Nelly

My life a movie like Belly

You fuck with my neice I get deadly

I never ran in my life

Stayed down and I fight

All of these pussies are shife

Your daddy a rat you a mice

Everyone poppin bout pistols

'Sco just gon let off the missiles

They do not know what I've been through

Oh you been shot at? I been too

I do not fuck with no floozie

My bitch is bad and she bougie

Actresses straight out the movies

Last man was a goofy

Badass like Im Boosie, young fly like Im Lucci

DYNA gang the new Ruthless

Get to talkin, leave you toothless

Boy the fuck is you doin?

Im from Houston they screw shit

Martin King with the movement

Jay-Z with the blueprint

Barrio God


[Trapperman Dale]

Im Steph Curry with the rock

Go Rambo with the shottas

You touch my product, gotta cop it

I buy her Jimmy Choo and Prada

I had a bad bitch that did anything I told her even with the yola

We sellin whole figure fours, I made a killin off the Folgers

I play the field, Ima keep it real everything I got was out the bowl

You really down to sell your soul?

They gave him life he never told

I know some niggas out in South Central sellin sacks, sendin money home

Im sendin picture through the phone, I gotta throw a dog a bone

My young nigga say he with whatever, Im just tryin to school him on some dough

Im frontin packs to Baby Joe, bettin on the dice all 10 or 4

Im from a city where they show the money but thats about as far as it'll go

Use it all in a hole, I'll get it back before the morning

Trap