Dopesport

Get it gone
Get it gone
I got more green than your front lawn
Get it gone
Get it gone
I got more green than your front lawn
I been hanging round some one percenters
Hit hot licks in cold winters
Tuck the pistol in the fender
Now I'm up like a asteroid over your head
With this hot lead as a hat
I told that pussy just back back
Before you get wack wack
Like the last smacked up like some stripper ass
Everyday I'm throwin cash
No pressure in my mental
Painting picture with no stencil
Riding with then utensils
I'm a wolf eat you for dinner
Mama raised a winner
Hotboy
Credit card skimmer
Down bad in
Kearney center
Pull up and serve the sack
Like it christmas
Hold your love I'm not forgiven
Bitch im living dodging prison
The reapers leaving no witness
Like the reaper leaving
No witness

Everything good over here
Yea fosho
Im elevating to the top
Fuck alll this losing hope
I was in a dark place chokin on the black smoke
Now I'm chilling on a yacht smoking on that big dope

Bitch I'm fresh off the boat feel like tony
I feel like the mall floor all theses racks is on me
Yea all this is on me
I guess I'm playing hockey
Sticks on me like a tree
Bitch Im chopping at you
Knees axed up like a athletes
Get it gone
I got him gone
Put 45 to his dome
Issa DOPESPORT
Issa DOPESPORT
Scrape the pot till it break
I need a gold fork
Out this 4 door
I'm serving for sure
In the trap like a arena
We got 4 floor
Selling everything
No letgo
Work like a factory its big smoke we got hella dope
Peep you like a scope
Tied like a rope
Got a dub nope
Serve it bye the O
Fuck these niggas talking bro

Get it gone
Get it gone
I got more green than your front lawn
Pussy Play wit me I know you been a pawn Im sending all my YG's invading in your home



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Stroman
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