Dope Man

[Intro: WB Nutty]
Yeah, okay
That's cool right there
Dope man, dope man, hah
Yeah, don't get high on your own supply (Let's get it)
Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me)
Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me)
Dope man, dope man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give a fuck what you heard, nigga

[Verse 1: WB Nutty]
Fuckin' up Saks and gettin' it back 'cause I got custos (Huh?)
Niggas always bringin' up the past when they run gone (Shut the fuck up)
Nigga, do the math, I been countin' 'til my thumbs sore (Fft, beep)
Dope man, dope man, I get it to your front door (Yeah)
Pack it up, new town every time the shit slow (For real)
One-stop shop, too much traffic, you gotta cop and go (Come on)
Watchin' for the narcos, tryna play it cool
I got dope fiends that carpool tryna bump into me
I be tryna sell it all, can't ever get too much money
I been cookin' all day, whole house smellin' funny (Skrrt, skrrt)
I get greedy when I'm hungry, cut a nigga out the play (I cut a nigga out the play)
Try to tax him for the— every time I'm out of state
I'm in Cleveland up the way gettin' the highs for the lows (Gettin' the highs for the lows)
Niggas fuckin' up the sack, but I know mine gettin' sold (But I know mine gettin' sold)
You know that topside fall every time it get old (Every time it get old)
Crib too slow, took my talents on the road with a bitch

[Interlude: Los]
Hahaha
Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga
For life
Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga (Ayy)
You know I'm on that "pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em" shit, nigga (Come on)
Daisy Lane Records shit (Yeah)
Yeah, Los passed you niggas for real this time, nigga (Yeah)
Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga, Volume 4 shit
Look, ayy, yeah (Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em, yeah)

[Verse 2: Los]
Even if I take a loss, you know I made it back (Know I made it back)
Niggas startin' to sound like Los and Nutty and I'm cool with that (I'm cool with that)
I know where that money at (Where it's at?), niggas still lookin' for it (Yeah)
I should teach a cooking class, penthouse full of bags
My niggas pushin' glass (My niggas), your niggas last place
We still do turnarounds, every week, I'm in a different state (No cap)
No cap (What?), niggas really not fuckin' with me (Niggas not fuckin' with us)
First-class flight to catch the bag, buck-fifty
Dope man, minivan, Town & Country, Los and Nutty (Come on)
Ain't no more petty checks, this that Volume 4 money (This that Volume 4 money)
Dog Shit Records, we'll sign you guys
Most my niggas grew up with the dog like Family Guy (For life)
Pistol in the club while I'm rainin', they ain't pat me down (They ain't pat me down)
L Boogie'll make a scene, bitch, don't panic now (For life)

[Outro: Los]
Bitch
Red voice, nigga
Let Pucci know I do music, nigga
Ayy