DOPE Lyrics

Duffle bag boy I left the bands in the fucking bag,

If you seeing me less, don't even question where the fuck I'm at,

Know them hunnits come fast

Don't even worry I already did the math

All these bitches want a piece of the kid iknow that make her mad,

Racks racks racks in this bitch blew a quick tab

Broski put the 5 on his back like he Mcnabb

Ain't worried bout yo' bitch ass

Ain't worried bout your bitch ass

Don't even say none unless you talking bout some quick cash,

If I can't make you glad

I look to the sky I know I made them glad,

I'm rolling with my game face on she said who made u mad?

I'm rolling with my game face on she said who made u mad?

They want me on credit they know I pop they want the package land

My phone blow in' up that shit was gone before the packaging,

Cuz it ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

Dope

Dope

Dope

Dope

How you acting can't even break my heart ,

You can't really break what's already broke,

Everything I do they try to beat me up for it,

Fuck dat hoe, before I do it, she gone eat me up, score

Trust me if you see me less cuz' i'm doin more,

Ain't tryna look down on you cuz' I'm on a high up floor,

Reminiscing bout old times I'm chilling at the Jersey shore,

Sometimes you gotta run through the pain to see what hurt you more,

Pull up take a trip I fuck dat hoe she think I pay her bill,

Gotta switch my ways she said I change of the X pill,

Nigga you the first one trolling, until some shit get real,

Woah Woah,

I don't give a fuck but don't act like you don't know us,

Should've left him there where he was he switched the code up,

762's hit his top niggaz roll up,

If you been through all this pain you would hate being sober,

Got a rocket toaster got it in a holster,

Before these digits had some change on me,

Bet you she gone change on you,

You ain't got no change on you,

I know my niggaz quiet but I bet they put that flame on you,

Come on Come On,

Rolling off these drugs luh bitch I need a refill,

Bro can't go to court again I kno that he a refill

Bro get on his feet again iknow that he gon reek hell,

This ain't just me cuz' when I win know imma put em on,

Barely trust them Im in my mind still,

When I'm stressed out shawty she gone blow me like a mine field,

Just another nigga how they really gone feel me for real?

Just a field nigga it's the same cold system ya,

Sometimes you gotta act slow act like you don't get it ya

Played them from a distance seen who really wit me ya,

Made a fucking 100 bands out the fucking kitchen ya,

Now it ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya

It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,

Dope

Dope

Dope

Dope

Pull up take a trip I fuck dat hoe she think I pay her bill,

Gotta switch my ways she said I change of the X pill,

Nigga you the first one trolling, until some shit get real,

Woah Woah,

I don't give a fuck but don't act like you don't know us,