Dopeman
Big cap they cappin in they raps and they captions
Boy yo trap aint slappin u cant make nun happen
Same reason y yo bitch on my post reactin
Smack the fiend with some death make a chain reaction
The white lil r i p callem bizzy bone
Bon appitete knock the bone past the meat
Push the broom past his feet
Push his cavs for a sweep
Say he wana go to war but he aint golden with me
308s give him a plate eat his face like its sweet
Niggas wana killmonger gotem fightin wit creed
Better change yo alter ego if u fightin with shiek
Bcuz im droppin monkey nuts if u fightin wit me
Ahg ahg nigga wana go to war
The choppa swingin like a sword
I move wit my queen
If any one get outa line
We knockin yo piece off the board
I got that power ranger on me nigga u better get ready to morph
Tron in back wit the tiki tiki my nigga ready to sorch
Agh agh i a really beat yo ass thats what i be tellin the fiends
Agh agh u sayin u wana crash im budaki triple beam
Agh agh just told a nigga dad ima kill his son ina street
Agh agh hit my enemy wit dog if wana say thfat its beef
C brown think he fina punt then make hem hit grown
Snoopy scooby say he wit da dogs they a never seen the pound
Paw prints they wit the k 9 unit leavin blue prints
Ima pull up rob yo dog we gone make the blues strip
I b swing wild thru the door like im kramer
I like darkskins black coffee still a creamer
Cocaine god mother bout her fettichiner
Ima good god father bringin death to the table
U aint seein shit straight im spiderman with this cable
I can hook yo shit up and power trip cuz im able
Writen verses so hard they made king james fables
Nigga bitch out this bitch shit yo name should be mable
Man calla one call make u loose yo marbos
Ima Pimp smack a nigga thinkin ima hoe
Better think that ima threat b4 i turn into a foe
Niggas say they the truth but really tellin what they know
Dope fiend pill fiend i got fiends ona low
Weed head crack fiend yellin that they wantin smoke
Wana be a dealer rapper u aint never wrapped a bow
Hunger games on u niggas herd he fightin wit the bow
The gas gone tick him for the 20 if he movin slowin
Sold a gram of reggie for the 30 think his ass was slow
We gone pressure nigga wit pipe say they fina blow
He gone see the white light and be really blowed
Boy yo trap aint slappin u cant make nun happen
Same reason y yo bitch on my post reactin
Smack the fiend with some death make a chain reaction
The white lil r i p callem bizzy bone
Bon appitete knock the bone past the meat
Push the broom past his feet
Push his cavs for a sweep
Say he wana go to war but he aint golden with me
308s give him a plate eat his face like its sweet
Niggas wana killmonger gotem fightin wit creed
Better change yo alter ego if u fightin with shiek
Bcuz im droppin monkey nuts if u fightin wit me
Ahg ahg nigga wana go to war
The choppa swingin like a sword
I move wit my queen
If any one get outa line
We knockin yo piece off the board
I got that power ranger on me nigga u better get ready to morph
Tron in back wit the tiki tiki my nigga ready to sorch
Agh agh i a really beat yo ass thats what i be tellin the fiends
Agh agh u sayin u wana crash im budaki triple beam
Agh agh just told a nigga dad ima kill his son ina street
Agh agh hit my enemy wit dog if wana say thfat its beef
C brown think he fina punt then make hem hit grown
Snoopy scooby say he wit da dogs they a never seen the pound
Paw prints they wit the k 9 unit leavin blue prints
Ima pull up rob yo dog we gone make the blues strip
I b swing wild thru the door like im kramer
I like darkskins black coffee still a creamer
Cocaine god mother bout her fettichiner
Ima good god father bringin death to the table
U aint seein shit straight im spiderman with this cable
I can hook yo shit up and power trip cuz im able
Writen verses so hard they made king james fables
Nigga bitch out this bitch shit yo name should be mable
Man calla one call make u loose yo marbos
Ima Pimp smack a nigga thinkin ima hoe
Better think that ima threat b4 i turn into a foe
Niggas say they the truth but really tellin what they know
Dope fiend pill fiend i got fiends ona low
Weed head crack fiend yellin that they wantin smoke
Wana be a dealer rapper u aint never wrapped a bow
Hunger games on u niggas herd he fightin wit the bow
The gas gone tick him for the 20 if he movin slowin
Sold a gram of reggie for the 30 think his ass was slow
We gone pressure nigga wit pipe say they fina blow
He gone see the white light and be really blowed
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Writer(s): Ry'sheed Hayes
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