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Dope Peddler

2:43Album Hood Poet Black Heart Edition 2025-12-19

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Description

Associated Performer: Polo G

Lyricist, Composer: Taurus Bartlett

Producer: Jahk

Producer: Ayo1204

Producer: James

Producer: JTA

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer: Todd Hurtt

Lyrics and translation

Original

Dope peddler, cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance

Uh, man, I hate seein' them hood vlogs of y'all niggas

Cameraman came to they block and now they all killers

How y'all figure I'm some type of bitch? I'll come play ball with you

Tap all triggers, if we hop out and blitz and now your dawgs miss ya

Monclers all winter, nobody perfect 'cause we all sinners

I know my purpose, fuck a small picture

Them shawties bloodthirsty, lurkin' like they all dinner

Angel of death, we flirted, I wasn't nervous, but I put shit on pause wit' her

Lil Grouch outside, then he most likely clutchin'

Left, right, them buttons, we inhalin' smoke, we ain't the type to duck it

Earned stripes with thuggin', this our life, we love it

Go get up close and change the score, your life a bucket

Quick to kill a nigga like it's nothin'

Dope peddler, cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance

Never talk to a pillow, down his dawg just to get hos

Sold her my heart, it been closed, fuck with the opps, then get low

Hollows all in extendos, he gon' fold when he feel low

Walk up, rob him for his soul, they did not get the memo

Before I found myself, it used to feel like I was stranded

Money call like music to my ears, do my dance quick

My bank account a concert, I love to see them bands hit

Make sure I just put God first and play to my advantage

Dope peddler, cocaine specialist

For feelings that I felt for her, I need some pain medicine

Time for get-back, ain't no lettin' up, blood stain evidence

Only G-locks when that metal tucked, I got the same preference

Only my brothers from the sandbox, that's who I'm steppin' with

With blocks, we never click, 7.62s out the weapon spit

Forever rich, I been ballin' ever since I left the bench

They used to doubt, now they can't tell him shit, excuse my arrogance

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