Rpd

This is a certified hood classic
Trapaholics. Real trap shit
It's big Lope in this motherfucker, man
Big LDC gang shit, lil' bitch

I'm in the middle of the ocean, but I cannot swim
I ate that devil fruit, yeah
Smokin' on gas, inhalin' them hellish fumes, yeah
I'm in that Raptor truck, I'm goin' scoom

Close that door when you come up in that lil' trap
Yeah, that cash room
They in the back, they snortin' lines of that white up in that back room
Yeah, two white bitches, they suck it like vacuum

Yeah, what you knew? Yeah, lil' dope been doin' it too
Yeah, trappin' up out that bando, getting my loot
Yeah, Raptor truck to the stage
Yeah, I walk up on that bitch, I'm gettin' paid today

I'm smokin' on that gas all day, you know I had to take the reins
I take your bitch up out your arms, I take her to my place
She make a plate, kicked that bitch out
Yesterday, she needin' a place to stay

Feel like Fredo, yeah, I went and bought a big K
It's like they won't listen to you unless you say it a certain way
Lookin' at that phone in my hand like, damn, there's some stupid shit on the screen
I wrap me up my opp, yeah, like a burrito, bean and cheese

Smoke up on zaza, yeah, like Uncle Iroh with my tea
Where my opp at? Yeah, where his grave at? Yeah, I need to pee
Your bitch, she needin' me. Damn, ain't that just a shame
My G, yeah, I be what I be. I do what I does, cause it's Lope Dope, LDC

I land in L.A., yeah, yeah, them California dreams
California world, R.I.P. Lil' Peep
Yeah, I'm smokin' on G's for my G's
I almost fell, off Mr Freeze, I got that wrist on, yeah, that Cartier

My wrist on freeze, yeah, I woke up like I'm Carti
Yeah, I gotta get to my bag, my P's
Few blowers in that backseat, wrapped in sheets
Get them glizzies off them streets

Fresh and new like LG, I'm slangin', bangin' with the LMG
I'm up in World War 50 with my G's, yeah, with my fresh new RPD