Dope Game ft. Qwatrell Lyrics

Yeah

Grew up round the dope game

Dope game dope game

Pops was selling cocaine and all that

Counting up the romaine

The romaine romaine

Feds taking pictures got to fall back

Aye

Whip it up whip it up whip it

If the Feds coming I'm turning into a magician

Get rid of that work like Mama say clean up that kitchen

Don't fuck wit these niggas cause nowadays all of y'all snitching

Yeah

What happened to codes nigga

All y'all morals is fucked up and it show nigga

I ain't no gangster no I ain't no thug nigga

But I will let them slugs hit you if you fuck wit the fam

That's on all I love nigga

My Pops was a hustler kept at least one in the clip

Yo pops ain't amounted to shit

In other words you a son of a bitch

Son of a coward

Son of a snail

That pressure get hot in the kitchen they switch and they run and they tell

What you know bout all them nights in the trap wit them

Packs of that dope and the gun And a scale

I did some shit in the streets that if caught by police

They'll throw me right under the jail

Bro used to bag up the work wit a mask on his face and a apron

Because of the smell

Plug threw me all of this shit got to call him

And shit told him all that I want is a bell

Grew up round the dope game

Dope game dope game

My Pop was serving then he started using cocaine

Counting up the romaine

Romaine romaine

My plug fronted then I started doing my own thang

Yeah

Whip it up whip it up whip it up

Whip it up whip it up

If the Feds coming my nigga we probably won't give a fuck

Get rid of that work like when Mama say son do the dishes

I can't fuck wit these niggas cause most of these niggas be snitches

I cannot fuck wit these dirty niggas