Welcome2Crimeland by Lil Dre Lyrics
Smoking Buddha till I'm buried
Thumbing cheddar, I love dairy
And her pussy never hairy
Kdot shooting, it get scary
I pulled up on my lonely
But I scratched off with yo bitch
Dredo puffin on ya homie
Tell ya whole gang suck a dick
Got this big ass. 45 on me, I put 30 in a clip
Shoutout my nigga Zae, Rollin 30s who he with
Giving bullets to these niggas, by the way they hollow tips
Prometh turn my Sprite fizzing, got me leaning off the shits
Bitches acting like my Momma, tryna figure where Im at
The opps keep steady dissing, hear em' all say this and that
I'm bringing home some guwala, Where the fuck you getting that
Pressed this Uzi to ya collar, like a iron to some slacks
Counting through a bank deposit, always runnin up a sack
Bitch I'm always in the field, kush and guap is what I pack
This dick is what she feel, "Dredo blowin out my back"
LG splurging all on clothes, had to get it off the trap
If my niggas gotta shoot you, Kdot whippin out his Mac
16shotz is flippin oppers, gotta call them niggas Jack
5 Facetime calls from ya wifey, but my phone on 1 percent
He sending heated comments, heated shellz is what I sent
We is headed to the top, and that was really meant
Me and Drill got Now&Laters, all I had was 50 cents
Push start my brand new Bugatti, my shoes cost ya momma rent
Trapping, living in a mansion, why you living with ya rents'
I'm rollin up Swishers, I cannot fuck with no bowls
I'm a demon with an AK, Dredo known for taking souls
Wrapped up 100s in my Ksubis, that boy tried to take my rolls
100 missiles in the drum, that's a 100 bullet holes
Mandown, Mandown, Mandown, bodies dropping left and right
Guess you really can't go to parties without grippin on a pipe
I just flashed my fuckin Curry so there is no need to fight
But if I'm feeling worried, may god please bless his life
Tazz smokin on some chronic, got em tweaking in this bitch
Plague ya whole hood like Bubonic, we is LG, on my kids
But ion have no children, she got a mouthful of that shit
With my shooters, and we drillin, I got gang nem in them whips
Most thotties, needa stop it, tryna get up in my pockets
Off a molly, and the Scottie, got me higher than a rocket
All designer, fly as fuck, I think I need a pilot
Money counter on the counter, stack of 100s right by it
Cause I worked hard for this shit
Ain't get sleep for all this shit
My rifles all got scopes
So you know you getting hit
Riding bikes when on them blocks
On my side, was always Kdot
Flipping money in trapspots
Balmain pockets filled with knots
Member made my momma cry
Always worried I was gone die
Ya baby tote his chopper
So I wanna see em try
LG till the heaven gates
I'ma shooter to the fakes
I got Rambo in ya face
Putting bullets in ya face
People ask me why I'm mean
Either Xanax, percs or lean
Dredo also in my dreams
But she gotta do team
Thumbing cheddar, I love dairy
And her pussy never hairy
Kdot shooting, it get scary
I pulled up on my lonely
But I scratched off with yo bitch
Dredo puffin on ya homie
Tell ya whole gang suck a dick
Got this big ass. 45 on me, I put 30 in a clip
Shoutout my nigga Zae, Rollin 30s who he with
Giving bullets to these niggas, by the way they hollow tips
Prometh turn my Sprite fizzing, got me leaning off the shits
Bitches acting like my Momma, tryna figure where Im at
The opps keep steady dissing, hear em' all say this and that
I'm bringing home some guwala, Where the fuck you getting that
Pressed this Uzi to ya collar, like a iron to some slacks
Counting through a bank deposit, always runnin up a sack
Bitch I'm always in the field, kush and guap is what I pack
This dick is what she feel, "Dredo blowin out my back"
LG splurging all on clothes, had to get it off the trap
If my niggas gotta shoot you, Kdot whippin out his Mac
16shotz is flippin oppers, gotta call them niggas Jack
5 Facetime calls from ya wifey, but my phone on 1 percent
He sending heated comments, heated shellz is what I sent
We is headed to the top, and that was really meant
Me and Drill got Now&Laters, all I had was 50 cents
Push start my brand new Bugatti, my shoes cost ya momma rent
Trapping, living in a mansion, why you living with ya rents'
I'm rollin up Swishers, I cannot fuck with no bowls
I'm a demon with an AK, Dredo known for taking souls
Wrapped up 100s in my Ksubis, that boy tried to take my rolls
100 missiles in the drum, that's a 100 bullet holes
Mandown, Mandown, Mandown, bodies dropping left and right
Guess you really can't go to parties without grippin on a pipe
I just flashed my fuckin Curry so there is no need to fight
But if I'm feeling worried, may god please bless his life
Tazz smokin on some chronic, got em tweaking in this bitch
Plague ya whole hood like Bubonic, we is LG, on my kids
But ion have no children, she got a mouthful of that shit
With my shooters, and we drillin, I got gang nem in them whips
Most thotties, needa stop it, tryna get up in my pockets
Off a molly, and the Scottie, got me higher than a rocket
All designer, fly as fuck, I think I need a pilot
Money counter on the counter, stack of 100s right by it
Cause I worked hard for this shit
Ain't get sleep for all this shit
My rifles all got scopes
So you know you getting hit
Riding bikes when on them blocks
On my side, was always Kdot
Flipping money in trapspots
Balmain pockets filled with knots
Member made my momma cry
Always worried I was gone die
Ya baby tote his chopper
So I wanna see em try
LG till the heaven gates
I'ma shooter to the fakes
I got Rambo in ya face
Putting bullets in ya face
People ask me why I'm mean
Either Xanax, percs or lean
Dredo also in my dreams
But she gotta do team