Dope Boy Lyrics

Looking for that real shit, who they gon' call

Niggas claim they from the streets, but we don't know y'all

Nigga ain't no friend of me, I don't know dawg

If you trying to knock him off, boy, that's your call

Looking for the smoke shit, who you gon' call

I'ma ball till I fall, I'm a dope boy

Get more, boy

All I know is I gotta get more, boy

Had to be my feet now it's DJ on the beat

No time to meet and greet

How I'm creeping through the streets

You know I got the heat and I keep that shit discreet

I don't wanna tweet and I don't wanna speak

Niggas play for keeps the other side of South Beach

I'm somewhere in the streets probably with a leech

She trying to make some fee

I tell her unity

It's all on me, don't fall on me

Don't call on me

Bitch, I'm gone on me

Me and my tank on E but my phone on three

I'm still on T, got this drill on me

Can't feel on me, Uncle Phil on me

Banks in my pocket, all of it profit

Told her I aint 69, bitch, I can't cop it

Selling T-shirts think I work for Hot Topic

You pussy niggas gossip, really need to stop it

Then when some some gangsta shit happen I'm getting phone calls

Every time I tell a nigga, I don't know, dawg

If you trying to knock him off, boy, that's your call

Niggas say they from the streets, but I don't know, dawg

Selling dope, all I know is get more, dawg

Fuck a hoe, cause these bitches do the most, dawg

Got a yac, but I'm trying to get a ghost, dawg

When I get a bitch, a nigga getting ghost, dawg

Looking for that real shit, who they gon' call

Niggas claim they from the streets, but we don't know y'all

Nigga ain't no friend of me, I don't know dawg

If you trying to knock him off, boy, that's your call

Looking for the smoke shit, who you gon' call

I'ma ball till I fall, I'm a dope boy

Get more, boy

All I know is I gotta get more, boy

All this gangsta shit going on

Feeling like Shawty Lo out in Bowen Homes

I already know who got it going on

I already know, I gotta go alone

In the streets, I'ma go alone

She with me, that's my lil shone

Real G's, you don't gotta know

Fucked up, throw your dawg a bone

Remember being fucked up, making phone calls

Tryna get a plug like Snowfall

El patron I'll get your blocked roped off

Yellow tape that body, that's your dawg

I don't know, dawg

Ayy, ayy

Dope boy

Yeah