Dave East – Alley Oop Lyrics

Alley Oop – Dave East Lyrics

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Live by the code, yacht, docked it by the ocean (Yacht)

Crumbs on the stove, a few options when you hopin' (Only a few)

A couple niggas got it, bunch of niggas tryna get it (Uh)

Somethin' foreign from a Civic, push a button and we floatin' (Skrrt)

Two white chicks got cuzzo rich, the Olsens

Fiends shaking, either it's a seizure or convulsions (Ah)

Bimmer and I'm toasted, seen a demon on a poster

Had to blink, I think I'm seeing shit, the DB9 is focused (9)

Jumpin' out your garbage with the carbon, late August

Truck full of rope and duct tape, grenade launchers (Uh)

Bags of Kate Moss, it got my dog a great Porsche

Frеsh out, he was shackled, razor on him, stayed sharp

Gеt a shape-up, lawyer tap dancin' on his case

He got sixty days left and a wake up

The DA tryna find some evidence to keep him caged up

Burpees to the bar, dips, pull-ups, got his weight up (Sets)

Got caught in the a.m., Cartiers on, his waves up (Uh)

Just took off the durag, he smilin', got his name up (Name up)

Nothin' he ashamed of

For a pack of noodles, get you shanked up

Came home and can't work a iPhone, his brain stuck (Brain)

He just got an Instagram page, could tell his age up

Postin' mad selfies, few likes, gettin' the same love (Same love)

It ain't hard to tell this shit done changed up (Changed up)

Prayin' to the Most High to get by, some of us got the same luck (God bless 'em)

Look, back against the wall and all you got is you (You, uh)

You gotta expect the grimy shit, they probably do (Gotta expect)

Tryna find out who they talkin' 'bout? It's probably you (It's probably you, nigga)

Wide open, niggas can't finish the alley-oop (Damn)

Uh, auntie, she been gettin' high since '92 (Auntie)

Shmurda dancin' to the money, I know Bobby too (Hey)

In third grade, was gettin' lifted, it was probably glue

Lobster and steak, from crackers and a pot of soup (Ghost it)

Most rappers get to the hood and need a pass (Hahaha)

Me, when I get to the hood, they give me gas

Any shooter on any Martin Luther can see the swag (Any Martin Luther)

Remandin' with a mask, I'm back, dumpin' the mag' (What up?)

Type of jackboy you see jump in the Jag' (Deuce)

Elegant strong arm (Bitch), my niggas all com (Grrt)

Form like Voltron, nigga, you just a moron (You moron)

I'm the type of dude, the more years gettin' pulled on (It)

'Cause I'm a winner in the winning, nigga (I'm winnin')

I'm in The Forum, wearin' linen in the winter, nigga (You see me)

I'm in the foreign, layin' trill by the Sprinter, nigga (Hahaha)

I'm thinkin' God did good for a sinner, nigga (God)

I'm in the M8, laced with the denim, nigga (I'm laced)

Late night, know I act like a gremlin, nigga (Late)

Ghost and Pablo, this the lifestyle of a narco (Lifestyle)

The car is bulletproof, but the diamonds are sparkled (Sparkled)

Look, back against the wall and all you got is you (You, uh)

You gotta expect the grimy shit, they probably do (Gotta expect)

Tryna find out who they talkin' 'bout? It's probably you (It's probably you, nigga)

Wide open, niggas can't finish the alley-oop (Damn)

Uh, auntie, she been gettin' high since '92 (Auntie)

Shmurda dancin' to the money, I know Bobby too (Hey)

In third grade, was gettin' lifted, it was probably glue

Lobster and steak, from crackers and a pot of soup