Dope Dope
Nope nope bitches mad cuz I can fuck they mother that's a hoe hoe -cocaina flow
I spit that powerder that's that dope dope
I ain't stoping maybe rest a hour watch me blow blow
Catch me in the city with the Guala's on some low pros
You use to be my dog you was my pana madi cone cone
I don't fuck with bitches where's the honor I don't know know
All these fine bitches want to hola they be acting like they love me so I can take them to puntacana
Million dollars worth of game taught to speak my pain
I be dame if I would let a chick try to fuck up my brain
I've been a thorough as guala way before the deal
Try to stay humble but these niggas tryna test my will
Speaking wisdom that sticks in ya mind doe
A friend ain't nothing but a dollar in ya pocket it be gone tomorrow
That's why I'm dogo in a semi smoking super weed
To legit to quite I live my life ain't nothing guaranteed
Matos that's my last name I been a problem that's a fact doe
New that's on a come up keep the mission that's the top role
I see to many bosses where's the leaders I just want to know
Speak makaveli tat on my belly feed the holly ghost
Deep inside my thoughts it's meditation no that's comatose
Why you sweet a nigga can I breath I just want to float
Flip the money like it's confetti ima take over the world who the fuck is blowing up my celly
Note -phone rings
I'm sick of looking at these Instagram I see these bitches lost
It's a shame they mother should have swollowed
I'll trade theses bitch in a second for a independent
That puts in the work and show a nigga she was sent from heaven
And when the fuck it was fashion to live ya life like feens
Thinking that you gangsta cuz you sipping on a cup of lean
Zombie land when I travel down in Kensington-a bunched lost souls
clean my city when this shit gone end
People is folding we need a leader to show them young's
Dieing from depression you see them lost in the motion
It's kinda sad bad bitches on the block and they hoeing
To make a dollar shit is cold you can tell they hearts is frozen
Kiss my ass all you haters that be lurking who be on my dick
See my post on Instagram but don't be liking shit
When you see my ass in person don't you switch shit acting
Like you fucking with my music but don't share shit
I spit that powerder that's that dope dope
I ain't stoping maybe rest a hour watch me blow blow
Catch me in the city with the Guala's on some low pros
You use to be my dog you was my pana madi cone cone
I don't fuck with bitches where's the honor I don't know know
All these fine bitches want to hola they be acting like they love me so I can take them to puntacana
Million dollars worth of game taught to speak my pain
I be dame if I would let a chick try to fuck up my brain
I've been a thorough as guala way before the deal
Try to stay humble but these niggas tryna test my will
Speaking wisdom that sticks in ya mind doe
A friend ain't nothing but a dollar in ya pocket it be gone tomorrow
That's why I'm dogo in a semi smoking super weed
To legit to quite I live my life ain't nothing guaranteed
Matos that's my last name I been a problem that's a fact doe
New that's on a come up keep the mission that's the top role
I see to many bosses where's the leaders I just want to know
Speak makaveli tat on my belly feed the holly ghost
Deep inside my thoughts it's meditation no that's comatose
Why you sweet a nigga can I breath I just want to float
Flip the money like it's confetti ima take over the world who the fuck is blowing up my celly
Note -phone rings
I'm sick of looking at these Instagram I see these bitches lost
It's a shame they mother should have swollowed
I'll trade theses bitch in a second for a independent
That puts in the work and show a nigga she was sent from heaven
And when the fuck it was fashion to live ya life like feens
Thinking that you gangsta cuz you sipping on a cup of lean
Zombie land when I travel down in Kensington-a bunched lost souls
clean my city when this shit gone end
People is folding we need a leader to show them young's
Dieing from depression you see them lost in the motion
It's kinda sad bad bitches on the block and they hoeing
To make a dollar shit is cold you can tell they hearts is frozen
Kiss my ass all you haters that be lurking who be on my dick
See my post on Instagram but don't be liking shit
When you see my ass in person don't you switch shit acting
Like you fucking with my music but don't share shit
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Writer(s): Juan Matos
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