My bitch good looking I did the digital dash I give the junky a blast My dope in the bushes I fuck your bitch in the passenger I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid

Well come on back and try to get some today Well somebody's gonna do it again Gonna make me turn against all of my friends So you better have something damn worthy to say Who told ya, who told ya They're growing dope everywhere around the block Somebody

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Maybach Music) You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy,

Ba-ba-da-bope Ba-da-ba-da-beee Yeah, that’s that loud I hope We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke I said we gotta lotta dope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke Gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

I got something to believe in If I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope If I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope If there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin In a world that gives you nothing We need something to

Hey, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time I'ma show you somethin', dig this I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same