Lotta Dope by Jay Brizz Lyrics

Lotta dope. Lotta dope. Everyday it feel like I gotta smoke. Hit my mans phone so I could get a zone. Fuckin w/ this sour I swear Ima end up broke. The shit I smoke have you damn near bout to choke. And I got them packs. Dish it when I'm at my trap. Ima fight my junkies if they dippin in my stash. Tryna short my cash. But I can't afford that. Times is hard Ima need that to go towards a rack. So I could hit the state cap and cop all sorts of crack. Phone ringing. Fiends mad and they demand a blast. So I hit the store so I could get some sandwich bags