Dope Boy Havin Lyrics

Stick stuffed in the mattress

Big bag fulla rackies

Shooters with me they be flashing

Cribs rolling blues having

B roll and they slatted

Runts and blues in my baggage

Trap trapping cali package

All this mother fucking money on me

Ion even know where to stash it

All these motherfucking drugs on me

If I see the lights know I'm smashing

Dope boy dope boy dope boy

Make the pack to magic

Broke boy hoe boy no boy

BITCH you know I'm having

Ughhhh

Get on them drugs know I'm out of here feel like an astronaut

Fuck on that bitch I won't cuff on that bitch

If she get the dick she might brag a lot

Jane for the package I trap it out

Trapping cheetah keep a extra spot

Blick on me it get extra sticky sun ain't fucking with me

Bitch I'm EXTRA HOT

Feeling like Jordan slide with my bulls

You know forever we balling out

One way reverse

Cause the back in out

Blues like to spread when I'm cashing out

Use to sleep and day dream about money

Then I got the pack add the cap now I'm taxing now

Jumped off the porch my nuts dropped by the ratchet now

Fourteen was thugging the safe over pack it now

Ima get get a bag with some ho's NO SANTA

SHE CALL ME THAT NIGGA OR SHE CALL ME BIG TANA

Like the money neat baby pardon my manners

Hold the Glock that's a bag

Think she fucking on a scammer

Put her on a lick know we slide through Atlanta

Yeah she gone work her move on a random

Really turn me on get the top on camera

Snatch her by the waist like the nine David banner

Ugh ugh ugh

While I count up this money Keep popping that pussy on DADDY

I'm never lacking

Constantly clutching you know the stick in the mattress

Dope boy dope boy dope

I want the smoke by the batches

And the gang catching bodies like fashion

Spin on your block paint it up know it's graphic

You know I thug in the trap

Bitch that's my element

DON'T FUCK WITH NO RATS

Count up the blues and I slide with the slats

Feeling like SCOOB with the DRAKE

BRING IT BACK

You know I'm up like the rigidity Racks

Mouth fulla gold popping shit to the max

Money be wet cause it's old with the cracks

Walk in the bank like I'm shopping at sax

Fifth ave bags yeah

Stick stuffed in the mattress

Big bag fulla rackies

Shooters with me they be flashing

Cribs rolling blues having

B roll and they slatted

Runts and blues in my baggage

Trap trapping cali package

All this mother fucking money on me

Ion even know where to stash it

All these motherfucking drugs on me

If I see the lights know I'm smashing

Dope boy dope boy dope boy

Make the pack to magic

Broke boy hoe boy no boy

BITCH you know I'm having