Selfmade Dolo - David Ruffin' (feat. Ray Freeney) Lyrics

Ain't , nobody come to see you, Otis I'm David Ruffin
F*ck all that talking I'm bout it Bitch, it's 2024, you might not make it up out it
Speak on my name, I drop a bag bitch, I don't say nothin' bout it
These VVS's round my neck, boy, keep me frozen and solid
Reach for that bitch, young'n gon stamp ya Hold on, let me catch the beat, nigga
They say I belong on the news Niggas droppin' like flies, get to mention on me
I thought they weren't worried bout the dude Boy, I peep you in my views, I dropped it lo, but I ain't seen ya
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand
Spot a Opp, I'll leave you and your mans in a traffic jam
Niggas think I'm in the NBA, bronin' on niggas, man
223, skippin' through your lane, Damien Lillard gang
F*ckin' on his bitch because she remind me of what her name
She get perky, dick, when I'm done, I'm passin' her through the gang
And she don't wanna f*ck it, ain't my fault you ain't that nigga man
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand
Bitch my block blazing,
Know these niggas hatin', so I keep it sticky for the sticky situations
Choppa get to slicin like machetes, or Haitians
Waitin' on your demise, be patient, be patient
Runnin' to the internet, talkin' all that gangsta shit
Nigga need a cape and some heels, he a super bitch
Oh lordy, pussy niggas say they wanna murder me
Oh lordy, niggas say they never ever heard of me
Oh lordy, Choppa go to slicin' like a surgery
40, burnin' nigga to the third degree
Money on his head, I want him dead, he livin' reckless
Told my killers they could keep his chain, I want him necklace
Young nigga still stackin' blocks like a Tetris
I got a hit list, and you next, bitch
Young nigga still stackin' blocks like a Tetris
I got a hit list, and you next, bitch
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand
Spot a Opp, I'll leave you and your mans in a traffic jam
Niggas think I'm in the NBA, bronin' on niggas, man
223, skippin' through your lane, Damien Lillard gang
F*ckin' on his bitch because she remind me of what her name
She get perky, dick, when I'm done, I'm passin' her through the gang
And she don't wanna f*ck it, ain't my fault you ain't that nigga man
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand
Murder man, hit that murder dance, Draco in my hand
F*ck nigga can die today, but I don't think he understand