Good Dope

(album: The Real 1 - 2018)

Got a nigga stacking caps
I'm serving them bags, I run through 'em all dog
Fucking on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch going through a bitch call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashing in, took the cash route

And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sipping on Act
Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached
And I was getting fresh just to work in the trap
When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
And don't talk on phones, nigga working that tap

Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sipping syrup but a nigga relapsed
Banging my gang like a motherfucking frat
I don't love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
Push up on your ho, she was looking like a snack
Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked
All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood nigga, I don't need a pass
All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
Robbed a lil nigga, ain't have to use mags
Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
Killing all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
Marlo counting Coogi with two hundred on the dash

Got a nigga stacking caps
I'm serving them bags, I run through 'em all dog
Fucking on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch going through a bitch call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashing in, took the cash route