Dope Lyrics / Paroles
Had a motherfucking foursome, used three rubbers
Tryina take over the streets, tryina be bubba
Untouchable, shout out to my uncle Owen
Nigga think I’m green, I’mma show him what his money do
Drop cheese, I hear homies coming out for you
They got me look around, man, I’m feeling hotter
Life I was getting a loft, Ford bmax
Nigga say that we ain’t got it and we crazy
Numbers don’t lie, the shit you talking is just hating
Bitches gonna ride with whoever is doing the greatest
So we hopping off the party, bought some ten pretty ladies
Why you broke, broke, broke little nigga?
You can’t be caught tryina smoke little nigga
All my dogs fucking with enough paper till the point
We got tables next to the ball players
And I ain’t fucking bitch, yeah, she on little weight
My dog in the county, heard about it from a cell mate
Head nigga with paper from Lauderdale to jail rape
Fuck, but when it’s my turn, you wanna play or hate?
Nah, 54, chew chew what it do?
Call the … beach side boys, are they up?
I’m tryina be low key, tryina the small cup
But it’s hard to hide when all you got is flawless
And I’m on that good shit nigga, word
Thick smoke I’m pulling nigga
This OG got me crooked, all you rookies stick to that bullshit nigga
All my shit dope, billion burn shit dope
The life, oh shit dope
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