This Sum Dope Mack Shit

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahuhhhh
This Sum Dope Mack Shit uh
Yeah This Sum Dope Mack Shit uh
Cooking in the pot nigga hot porridge (Ah, hot)
You don't really love me shawty cut the bullshit (Stop it)
You think I just begun come and see my storage (Wow)
Nigga got gems man this shit getting horrid (What the)

Fuck a nigga talking about the gas I'm flooring (Yrrm)
Running laps on the track I got endurance
Must've jammed the space bar I got stuck recording (What the)
Bitches still mad I just steady ignored them (My bad)
Now I'm on the rise
Look how time flies (Sheesh)
We just getting money (Ah)
Really in my prime (Yea)
Really got no time (Nah)
I ain't into cuffing but I always keep a dime (Ah)
Pull up to the crib just to fuck a couple times (Hmm)
Naw I'm just playing (Man come on)
Cut the bullshit
Wake up and thank my God and then I'm going (Amen)
Yes I'm back at, yes I'm back again (Ok)
Told her wasn't gone be no party unless she brought her friends
(Well damn, what that mean)
That's cool I'ma count these Benjamins then
I just came to win hell naw we can't pretend (Bye)
Humble for my blessings I know they wasn't gone end (Shine)
Everything all start working out in the plans (Plans)
Every since a younging knew I was gone be the man
Hundred of these bitches I'm always the bad guy (But)
You need me I'm the last jedi
That's probably why a nigga never had a valentine (Cause)
A nigga vision kind of tunnel I got the red eye
I came to vandalize
Cooking in the pot
Cooking in the pot

Cooking in the pot nigga hot porridge (Ah, hot)
You don't really love me shawty cut the bullshit (Stop it)
You think I just begun come and see my storage (Wow)
Nigga got gems man this shit getting horrid (What the)

Fuck all that talking man the bag important (You see)
I ain't even tripping I'm only dropping portions
Hell I got so much heat I could burn a fortress
Got a vivid ass vision nigga painting portraits
Hell yea we taking off (Yrrm)
Gone to moon
Sky is the limit like hot air balloons
I ain't with the fluke fake shit cause I'm immune (Nah watch out)
Eat it up with no hands that how she consume
Take my bitch out to Cancun (Thick)
Rolling up woods she taking shots of Malibu (Aye man)
That would be cool yeah that's my type of mood (Say man)
Don't you be tripping now she going looney tunes (What's up doc)



Credits
Writer(s): Dope Mack
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