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Dope Game
Big Yavo
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(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
(Here's Jonny)
He ain't selling no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Got a cool cat talking 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring
I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke, and I know a hustler just let the door swang
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with dentist, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I start off a Lam', she know I'ma go
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
Pull up period, don't care 'bout your period (thuggin')
If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (huggies)
Waited this long to fuck and that shit wasn't 'bout nothin' (hood)
Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here rushin'
Dior shirt with the collar, the car got a button
Brother waiting on appeal and I'm waiting on the pills
He ain't doing time release, play with the towel at least
Streets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eat
Snakes in the grass, I cut up the lawn
One they ain't see though, I took 'em to prom
Fuck taking a risk, rather take off your arm
They ain't want me to blow, they try take off my bomb
He let off two shots and got hit with a drum
Child support, lot of these niggas my sons
Strip 'em for it, it's cool, I pay them in ones
Convicts, robbers and shooters in foreigns
I don't need a entourage, I don't need a bunch a rods
To walk 'round in my city, that shit with me
In the rear view, seen 12 and I switched gears
I know a booster who move, she won't sit still
I can't wait, I go get it, Tyreek Hill
Last week had a mรฉnage like Meek Mill
Riding 'round with a carbon, no serial
Quarter ticket off a flip phone, no seal
He ain't selling no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Got a cool cat talking 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring
I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke, and I know a hustler just let the door swang
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with dentist, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I start off a Lam', she know I'ma go
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
Shit, Big Yavo tryna make him a M off a iPhone
Back then, they ain't want me like Mike Jones
The gas I'm havin' is stronger than Lysol
I'm tryna see what I'm doing, let me fuck with the lights on
Straight, that shit ugly, I'ma fuck with the lights off
In Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sock
I got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rock
Bitch, it's my time like a G-Shock
Bitch, if you wasting my time, I'm takin' your watch
Shooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' 'em out"
He don't even want him no money, he want him a reason
He keep him a rocket like Trevor Ariza
He wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you sneezing
Wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you beefin'
We can beat on a bitch, still'll say we ain't see shit
Bag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticket
Ayy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matter
I keep my heat, Glock .40, I feel like Hell
I still'll sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapper
The reaper inside of my ear, and he doing the most
I ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' 'em close
I just might paint my hard today, turn to tears
Pourin' green in my Sprite, I'ma turn to tea
He play it cool but I'm burning the steel
He ain't selling no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Got a cool cat talking 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring
I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke, and I know a hustle just let the door swang
Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with dentist, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I start off a Lam', she know I'ma go
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
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