Dopechella (feat. Rick Ross) Song Lyrics

808 Mafia
Just touched down at Coachella
Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?
Ayy, let that beat ride
Ayy, I'm big Gotti to you niggas, too
Can I keep it all the way G? Put some respect on that

I just touched down at Coachella
Half a brick of raw, 100 a 'Gram, none lesser
Let's get these suburban kids on they level
Better yet, these artists, whatever

My backyard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the skyline
Four Rolls-Royces and they all mine

I may paint them bitches Nipsey blue (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
All my niggas trained, no talk, just shoot
And all my bitches trained to pull bitches
And if you snitchin', nigga, keep your distance (Woo)
My bedroom look like the St. Regis
Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (On God)
My closet lookin' like it's Saks 50th (Ftt)
I may buy your girlfriend a gift
Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin'
I'll silence these niggas if they keep talkin'
My bitch look down like I'm a pimp, you speak, she keep walkin'
Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (Hello?)