Dope
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Got a whole hundred rounds on the front and back seat (Fire)
Got a whole hundred racks in my Louis V brief (Racks)
Bitch, I'm cocky,
I don't speak (Uh-uh), let my money talk for me (Bitch)
Let her suck me 'til I'm sleep, damn, I need somewhere to skeet
On her face or her sheets, should I stay? Should I leave? (Yeah)
I'm a dog off the leash (Yeah), diamond chokers chokin' me
Buy the store every week (Gone), bitch, I'm dope, call me key
Can't forget GL or C, Mister Keep-that-K-on-Me (Yeah, Glock, yeah)
Bitch, I'm dope, call me key, bitch, I'm dope, call me key
Dope, dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
Bitch I smoke a lot of dope (Dope), get a lot of dough, yeah
You know how it go, this bitch said I'm the GOAT (GOAT)
She like, "Glock, you lit" (Lit), duh bitch (Bitch), I know (I know)
Totin' sticks (Sticks), with the bros (My bros)
Send a hit (A hit), it's a go (For sure)
Gettin' rich (What?), that's for sure (Yeah)
I'm gettin' it (Yeah), and get some more (Yeah)
Trust a ho, hell no (Hell no)
Smash that bitch, yeah bro (Yeah bro)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope (Key, key)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Yeah)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope, bitch, I'm dope)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope,
they call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Bitch)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope, they call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch
Yeah, I want all the smoke (Smoke)
Yeah, bitch, I'm dope, uh (I'm dope)
I want all the smoke, uh (Smoke)
Yeah, bitch, I'm dope (I'm dope)
I got killers at your throat, uh (Fire)
Hitters at your door, yeah (Fire)
Pistols at my show (Hah)
Forty make your belly roll (Woo)
Get the backend, then I go, yup (Hmm)
I'm back on the road, uh (Hmm)
Damn this cash can't fold, what? (Uh-uh)
Too much, startin' to mold (What?)
I be playin' with them racks (Yeah)
I don't play with my nose (Yeah, yeah)
But, bitch, I'm so dope (Bitch, bitch)
Yeah, bitch, I'm so dope, uh (Dope)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope,
call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Bitch)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope, call me key 'cause I'm dope
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Got a whole hundred rounds on the front and back seat (Fire)
Got a whole hundred racks in my Louis V brief (Racks)
Bitch, I'm cocky,
I don't speak (Uh-uh), let my money talk for me (Bitch)
Let her suck me 'til I'm sleep, damn, I need somewhere to skeet
On her face or her sheets, should I stay? Should I leave? (Yeah)
I'm a dog off the leash (Yeah), diamond chokers chokin' me
Buy the store every week (Gone), bitch, I'm dope, call me key
Can't forget GL or C, Mister Keep-that-K-on-Me (Yeah, Glock, yeah)
Bitch, I'm dope, call me key, bitch, I'm dope, call me key
Dope, dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
Bitch I smoke a lot of dope (Dope), get a lot of dough, yeah
You know how it go, this bitch said I'm the GOAT (GOAT)
She like, "Glock, you lit" (Lit), duh bitch (Bitch), I know (I know)
Totin' sticks (Sticks), with the bros (My bros)
Send a hit (A hit), it's a go (For sure)
Gettin' rich (What?), that's for sure (Yeah)
I'm gettin' it (Yeah), and get some more (Yeah)
Trust a ho, hell no (Hell no)
Smash that bitch, yeah bro (Yeah bro)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope (Key, key)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Yeah)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope, bitch, I'm dope)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope,
they call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Bitch)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
Call me key 'cause I'm dope, they call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch
Yeah, I want all the smoke (Smoke)
Yeah, bitch, I'm dope, uh (I'm dope)
I want all the smoke, uh (Smoke)
Yeah, bitch, I'm dope (I'm dope)
I got killers at your throat, uh (Fire)
Hitters at your door, yeah (Fire)
Pistols at my show (Hah)
Forty make your belly roll (Woo)
Get the backend, then I go, yup (Hmm)
I'm back on the road, uh (Hmm)
Damn this cash can't fold, what? (Uh-uh)
Too much, startin' to mold (What?)
I be playin' with them racks (Yeah)
I don't play with my nose (Yeah, yeah)
But, bitch, I'm so dope (Bitch, bitch)
Yeah, bitch, I'm so dope, uh (Dope)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope,
call me key 'cause I'm dope, bitch (Bitch)
Dope (Dope), dope (Dope), dope (Dope)
They call me key 'cause I'm dope, call me key 'cause I'm dope
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Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Markeyvuis Cathey
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