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Dope Boy

 

Dope Boy

(album: Street God 4: Tried & True - 2016)


[Gucci Mane:]
(Zaytoven)
Dope boys
Dope boys stand up
Zaytoven

Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys

[Project Pat:]
I been hustling since a little nigga
Came up with some hood niggas
I done met a lot of fuck boys, done lost some good niggas
Money never make a man, but it'll make a man pull the trigger
Your best friend turn to snitch nigga
You can't reason with a fuck nigga
You sweet boy, tryna play hard
Went and bought some new sticks, 30 rounds in AR's
Racked up, blow a lot of paper
Foreign cars make a bitch wet
Jewels like I'm Dipset
Brick of Yeezy, that's some quick yay
My migo, he a gangsta, I call him hombre
Sauced up, I'm a wave God
Blocked up like the Trap God
Snitch nigga, you a bitch nigga, load up, I'm a play ya'll

[Gucci Mane:]
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys

I pay a penny for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt
Don't blame me, it's the cash fault
I throw rocks from a glass house
A trap house, a stash house
Rob your block, take the mask off
I don't need a hand out, but I might cut your hand off
I'm so Marilyn Manson
I'm so heinously handsome
I'm more dangerous than famous, I'll take your grandson for ransom
I might live a vamp life
That lady in the tramp
My bitch sleep all day, gold fangs like a vampire
Them niggas might find it odd, I wear my shades in the dark
And when I say I'm a God I still have faith in the lord
Know the Tonka's a sport
Be careful what you record
These men act like boys, they scared to cut off the cord

Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys
Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys

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