Dope Boyz
Gangsta Boo, Project Pat, DJ Kay Slay
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
Wake up in the morning
Got one in the chamber life of a hustler
Everyday could bring some danger
So many haters hungry, and they full of anger
Acting like they friends
But'll crush you like a stranger
That's why I watch my
Back like a chiropractic
I'm dumb with these Glocks
Hit them all for practice
These niggas don't see me
But believe I'm in this bitch
I'm all over the song
Everywhere I leave fingerprints
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
Dope boys in the trap
I think the feds got our phone tapped
Don't believe that it's just
Rap, I'm still banging
Getting niggas clapped
They gon hit the gang with the rico
But they ain't got no informance
They wanna run all up in niggas' cribs
But they can't get no warrents
Free the bros in the can
They got extra time for not cooperating
The loyalty we got for each other's
Why the trap spot's still operating
Oh we dope boy fresh
El-chapo is our Michael Jordan
We was trapping hard back then, scorin
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
Move till it's all out
The money, the cars, the jewls, all out
Throw that money all out
Let that ice show sold out bitch I mean it
Talk about hold up, let me see that
I roll up like I need that
Your jewlery you can keep that
I drink that hen-rock i rep that NY
I crack your head whide it pop like red wine
They gon miss that deadline
My niggas creep up
Me and Slay, street sweeper
I make them bounce, make it count
Tell them niggas keep up
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
Boo!
Dope boys in the hood what's up with it?
Acting like you want it
Show me you can get it
I don't touch shit, but I
Can make your shit straight
Make a phone call to my
Homies down in Memphis
Real street shit, I ain't talking bout rap
Fucking with them niggas, you will get taxed
Get back lil homie, I'm talking big facts
No cap, what you heard a nigga say
You already know dope boys don't play
Bando making plays
Money cash gang, get the fuck out my face
Dope game my game
Hit up, give me diamonds, bruh
Cause I dope girl boo!
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
Head buster, gun toater
Pack full of morning chickens
You suckers out here tryna
Show change, my nigga, boo gang
This ain't that, 45 will lay you flat
Nigga try to rush ya boy
So his head received a crack
Purple leaf is in the air
Smell some beefin' in the air
With my niggas with them burners
You can get it anywhere
Talking scared, why you in the street?
Laying in your blood, lay him in the mud
Hit your body full of hollo slugs
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys dope boys
Dope boys
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