Dope

Yea, Uh huh, Yea, Yea

Yea, bad lil bitch she wit' it, bad lil bitch she wit' it
You know i got money, I get the money, then I flip it
While with a young, Nigga lit in the city
Yea, Let's go
I want the money, but more
400 hundred beats, and the flow, can't trust no ho'
Yea, bitch I be sellin' that dope
Yea, sellin' that dope
Yea, he come on the block, and get smoked
All of these Niggas, they hate, so right now I ride wit' a pole
A hundred K, for a show, I get the money now no joke
She say I look mean, so I go smoke
I'm sippin' the lean, not no coke, I be in my ozone
Be by myself, then I go drip VLONE
Fuck nigga, dissin' I send 'em back home
We slide wit' K's and chromes, bitch leave me alone
Yea, I be trappin' two phones, Yea that Draco sound like a song
(Yea, Yea)
I got fashion, nigga's how here be cappin'

I know they be cappin', they ain't 'bout no action
I pull up on the block, and all of 'em have it
He say he want smoke, but he don't want to stand it
I'm stuffing them racks, 400 in my matress
I'on even know how this shit happen



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Writer(s): Ronald Evans
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