Dopeman Lyrics

Ay, bitches stress me out too much, I need to cut my ties

I gave my heart away to them thots, no, I can't tell a lie

Don't come around in my lil' circle if you not gon' ride

You either ill with me or get left, it ain't no choosing sides

You ain't gon' catch me with no trues, bitch, I rock Amiri

That bitch been passed around from block to block, she can't get near me

These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I'd rather talk to Siri

These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I'd rather, ay

These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I don't want love, I just want top

Niggas ain't spinning on no block, fuck on the bitty

When I'm in the city, when I pop out, bitches gon' flock

Getting rid of niggas with no drop, leave a nigga body with some white chalk, ay

Bitch, niggas turn to tombstones, Getting top with the roof gone

Pink diamonds on a nigga two-tone, I was getting views off a cell phone, that's facts

Say he a killer, but he on the net, so he only hard on a app

You ride for me, then I ride for you, just need you to keep it a stack

Got on Balenci's, feel like Uzi, cut off a bitch, cause she too moody

Got like a thousand in these Ksubi's, okay,

Bust for the gang, that hoe she a groupie

Say he won't smoke, that nigga he a goofy,

Made love once, now I feel like Toosi

Claim that you know me nah, nigga, you knew me

Ay, bitches stress me out too much, I need to cut my ties

I gave my heart away to them thots, no, I can't tell a lie

Don't come around to my little circle if you not gon' ride

You either eat with me or get left, it ain't no choosing sides

You ain't gon' catch me with no trues, bitch, I rock Amiri

That bitch been passed around from block to block, she can't get near me

These hoes don't make sense, when they talk, I'd rather talk to Siri

These hoes don't make sense, when they talk, I'd rather, ay

I'ma pour me an 8 yea this shit for my member

Since a lil younging I kept it 100,

You know how I'm bumming, I'm cold as December

Back in that mode, yeah, I felt like I'm MJ, fuck all the he say, I got a temper

I'ma just walk down, run down, Niggas look lost til the glock, finna make them remember, uh

Sipping on purple, ain't sipping no lil' shit

Count up 50s and 100s and 20s, I'm sick of this hate, so I'm back on my ill shit

I be giving these hoes my presence, I put this shit on, yeah, I look like a wishlist

Got aim, I shoot from a distance

Give her D like I play for the Pistons

Ice on my neck, you can see the shit glisten

Okay, got these diamonds on me, hella burr

I'm the one on the best on the earth

I don't trap, cause I know what I'm worth

Do em dirty, put him in the dirt

Bro spin and put niggas on shirts

Nah, I ain't never gon' pop no perk

I been a real nigga here since my birth

Let's go

Ayy, these bitches stress me out too much, I need some

These bitches stress me out too much, I need some

These bitches stress me out too much, I need some

Most these niggas out here, they fiendin' for that

Ayy, let's go

Bitch, ayy, yeah, let's go, mm, yeah