Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas
Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny
You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected
Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Beretta
Thinking you slick
You really a trick
No I'm not no kid
I feel like a boss
I feel like a king
No I'm not Rick
I gave you a bitch
You stabbed my back
No you ain't shit
She talking about a movie
She talking about a show
Yeah she meant a flick
Yeah, Yeah
I'm getting my bag
I'm talking about paper
When I speak on cash I'm getting it later
Niggas be mad and niggas is trader
Talk about my head I give him a fader
Laugh at my haters I'm smoking your pack
If not now then I'm a do it later
Either way it's gone have to save you
He is unknown so I'm a shoot my lasers
Cut him real quick
With some scissors
Had him real mad, damn he trash
So I made him rage like a quitter
Slap him in the mouth
Yeah I make him feel bitter
He saying it's hot
But I feel like winter
Smoking this gas will change up the weather
It's hard to see but I'm doing what ever
He writing out dreams
Im writing out letters
Pussy hit like lean
She smashing who ever
She talking about brief
I'm talking forever
He fell like a leaf I guess I'm doing better
He is a troll
I don't fuck with no hecklers
Cursing too much but let me express it
Lost my pops before 18
Damn, can't even finish that shit
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas, Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny, You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected, Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Beretta
Taking my cheese
Taking my racks
Leave me be because you is a rat
He pop out at night
Watch out for the bats
He ain't slick so follow his tracks
A nigga is drenched dry him with a mat
Every where I go it sound like click clack
Sending that drop now go get that
Whipping the pot
Yeah I'm a real chef
These niggas is lame
I'm taking them out
All in my lane I'm switching my routes
All I see is rain
He talking about a drought
Getting my rings
It's time to switch out
Look at my chains Im getting dripped out
Look at that lame he getting left out
Getting my bread it's time to flex now
Yeah I brag but I don't care now
Watching the trolls
Watching my polls
Look at my fans
Watching them grow
Go cross the city then go cross the country
Yeah I laugh because I find shit funny
Talking out your mouth
Will have you running
All my songs going to have y'all jumping
If you don't agree then you just a dummy
I'm Yung Cel and you know how I'm coming
You thought it was over
Nah I keep going
Stay on my grind
Watching the time
Keep your ass in that line
Smoke and paint yeah that's my kind
Your my seed so you are mine
Yes I'm mean no I'm not kind
When I can't think stay out of my mind
If you ain't with the gang then don't waste our time
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas, Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny, You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected, Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Barretta
We doing what ever
You doing what ever
You ducking who ever
I'm getting Beretta
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas
Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny
You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected
Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Beretta
Thinking you slick
You really a trick
No I'm not no kid
I feel like a boss
I feel like a king
No I'm not Rick
I gave you a bitch
You stabbed my back
No you ain't shit
She talking about a movie
She talking about a show
Yeah she meant a flick
Yeah, Yeah
I'm getting my bag
I'm talking about paper
When I speak on cash I'm getting it later
Niggas be mad and niggas is trader
Talk about my head I give him a fader
Laugh at my haters I'm smoking your pack
If not now then I'm a do it later
Either way it's gone have to save you
He is unknown so I'm a shoot my lasers
Cut him real quick
With some scissors
Had him real mad, damn he trash
So I made him rage like a quitter
Slap him in the mouth
Yeah I make him feel bitter
He saying it's hot
But I feel like winter
Smoking this gas will change up the weather
It's hard to see but I'm doing what ever
He writing out dreams
Im writing out letters
Pussy hit like lean
She smashing who ever
She talking about brief
I'm talking forever
He fell like a leaf I guess I'm doing better
He is a troll
I don't fuck with no hecklers
Cursing too much but let me express it
Lost my pops before 18
Damn, can't even finish that shit
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas, Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny, You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected, Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Beretta
Taking my cheese
Taking my racks
Leave me be because you is a rat
He pop out at night
Watch out for the bats
He ain't slick so follow his tracks
A nigga is drenched dry him with a mat
Every where I go it sound like click clack
Sending that drop now go get that
Whipping the pot
Yeah I'm a real chef
These niggas is lame
I'm taking them out
All in my lane I'm switching my routes
All I see is rain
He talking about a drought
Getting my rings
It's time to switch out
Look at my chains Im getting dripped out
Look at that lame he getting left out
Getting my bread it's time to flex now
Yeah I brag but I don't care now
Watching the trolls
Watching my polls
Look at my fans
Watching them grow
Go cross the city then go cross the country
Yeah I laugh because I find shit funny
Talking out your mouth
Will have you running
All my songs going to have y'all jumping
If you don't agree then you just a dummy
I'm Yung Cel and you know how I'm coming
You thought it was over
Nah I keep going
Stay on my grind
Watching the time
Keep your ass in that line
Smoke and paint yeah that's my kind
Your my seed so you are mine
Yes I'm mean no I'm not kind
When I can't think stay out of my mind
If you ain't with the gang then don't waste our time
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Smoking dope
Getting that dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Getting that dope
Act up we dope
Smoking that gas, Drinking that lean
We doing whatever
All in my business and telling my shit
You doing whatever
You thinking you funny, You thinking you goofy
You ducking who ever
Staying protected, Yeah I feel threatened
I'm getting Barretta
We doing what ever
You doing what ever
You ducking who ever
I'm getting Beretta
Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Colon Jr.
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