DopeBoys Vs Scammers

Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got Eighty of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep

Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key

Now we tippin that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep

Better stop rapping what you doing, get you're dumb ass indicted
When I was bummy and broke, they still ain't take none from me

Me and my nighas really havin it, Bet not do no assumptions
You said your brother got some chicken, go get a brick from him

Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep

Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key

Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep

He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self
Ain't bringing your dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks

Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up

Why you crying for that ho?, bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming come get you're face mushed

Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit, theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape

And if a nigga want it, I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please

Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees

Up on the west tippin this bitch, I gotta hit the cuts
Momma raised demon she ain't raise no hoe

You ain't really living what you rapping just stop it little foe
Chilling cooling with my nigga zu talking about all the dough

Rolled some cookie in this wood, this some za za's
Bitch I'm popping out the coupe Ion needa do a drive bys

By the way i started bussing they was running like it's 5 guys
Choppa get to ringing and clapping just like a high five

You see them ballon up in the sky, say you're good byes
If you ever diss on my baby zae, hit you in you're face
Got you preeching like you a pastor, you better say you're grace

You won't see it coming bitch we lurking, we don't leave no trace
How you tf is you a plug? you got jugged in you're place

Come get you're shit back, bitch I'll be right here
The way i got them attachments for them lasers they call me darkvader

Spray that niggas car with some bullets, you gotta call tow mater
Niggas always buffing onna net, bitch drop you're lo

Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch, which one little bro?
Which one little bro?, Nigga saying he can fuck my bitch which one little bro

Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep

Uncle he was pimping he said he started on keys
Got the money got the fashion, now we tipping that red key

Now we tipping that red key, Brodie get to tweaking get to bussing out the jeep
He said he want Thirty Two for that p, come by you're self

Ain't bringing you're dawg in the trap, posted with some glicks
Sipping casamigos got me chilling with the freak hoes
Remember eating oodolos and noodles, now get you're pimp up

Why you crying for that ho? bitch get you're cake up
Momma crying cause his youngin really got that drac tucked
And any nigga know if they coming, come get you're face mushed

Momma know he pimping and posted tryna get his pape up
When it come to this rapping shit theses niggas do not compete
City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape

And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place
She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees

City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place

She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
Hmmm, get on your knees

City full of dope boys and scammers, tryna get some pape
And if a nigga want it I'ma put him in his place

She asking for some money, I told her shut up bitch please
Even though I'm really havin it, get on you're knees
HAHA SOSA



Credits
Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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