Straight Doping (From The Nun Runner Series Part I)

Hold the fuck up, you bitches brought me out of retirement for this straight-up bullshit        
Look at me mother fucker when I speak, I been on the hush in New York and hopping on some good nightly dick          
Queen, these streets have been brutal, and a drought brought on by this Covid-19          
Ain’t nobody else’s dope is worth the cash, if you know what I mean          
          
Damn, Gee it’s been all like that          
The product still has to be moved… just because you hiding behind that façade of a fake ass kittycat          
There’s still certain buyers who prefers that particular Ghost knack          
         
Fuck…fuck…fuck… this shit is not even my game anymore          
Cutting pure cane, stealing cash, or transporting guns, and international whores          
Just this one last time          
Then you go back to your concrete jungle, and play the innocent act, while sipping on that Moet or your Chardonnay wine          
         
We got a potential buyer who is willing to drop some serious zeros          
He just needs someone in the ATL, willing to move the weight of the chronic and his Kilos          
You fucking kidding me, right... that last run... we had that Mr. Charley po-po, who was all over my ass          
Two of my boys had to take the heat for that criminal task          
         
Don’t worry… we gave some fake names then we took his ass out          
Shh… that shit never should have floated out your fucking mouth          
Ahh… you getting soft on me          
Na’ll Gee… just picking my poison, where I’m a Ghost, and could in, out and quietly flee          
Hum… you said some serious loot for me transporting from point A to point B          
         
It’s been a while since I gutted anyone with my Glock          
I guarantee we sell it to him, then you know how we roll, we get the money, the grams, and then we pop-pop          
No loyalty among thieves          
You best better believe          
Have the crew ready to move out after midnight          
Say what became of that horn man for you to leave your crew behind and then take flight          
         
That is none of your motherfucking business, stay in your lane Gee          
This ain’t no lifestyle where passion confines me, not if I slice your head off and make your bleed          
That motherfucker dick must be good to you          
Does he really know what you really do          
Hell na’ll! I got his ass bedazzle off this juicy pussy food          
         
You are one bad wicked bitch          
And can soothe the hell out of a hard dick or mesmerize a clean, soft clit          
Just make sure we pull out on time, do not forget the scanner and the night googles, and for the road, my bong          
And Gee, drop that motherfucking cell phone before you even think about tagging along          
         
No time needed for tracking us over the live wire          
And to do this job, TNT and grenades is required          
And mix that shit with some ammonium nitrate          
Once its set.. no delays, so they will not know what to anticipate          
I do not like those slick fucks in the ATL          
It always comes down to us or them going to hell          
And after the smoke settles, I do not want the mortician to be able to tell          
One dick from another or what we took after the sell          
         
Let’s do this my Queen