Dope Music

[Verse 1: Talibando]
Got the kitchen smoked up from all the fumes, niggas don't play by the rules
I'm the last of a dying breed, the trap where you gon' find me
I'm still ridin' 'round in SRTs, Draco sittin' next to me
You ain't got a hundred G's, you should not stand next to me
Boy, you ain't got a pot to pee, poured your stash up, drinkin' lean
I need a GT 63, hit the motor, let it scream
Being broke the only thing embarrass me
Treat the microphone just like therapy
The real niggas hearin' me

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Supercharge the Cherokee
Two bricks hard to sell, really (Yeah)
My heart don't pump no slushy, God the only thing put fear in me
Fear of God hoodie off the 'Miris, in that Brabus
Girly say I'm arrogant, I treat her like a surrogate
My bitch, she a headache, but your bitch, she my therapist
Starin' at my 'Dweller, just had a moment of clarity
Slappin' awful hard and tryna pull a Nancy Kerrigan
Her nigga in that Charger, when I pulled up, I embarrassed him

[Verse 3: Talibando & Boldy James]
Laughin' to the bank, this shit hilarious
Tuesdays and Thursdays in the trap, that shit the scariest
We dodgin' raids
Niggas take they beef to the 'Gram, the game is not the same
Take a lot of drugs to the face, I'm tryna hide the pain
Bought my bitch some Prada, bae, I'm proud of you
My chain dance in the club, baby, I ain't got no moves
Never went to culinary art schools, I play with the food
Mix it with the shifter, then press it 'til the press don't move (Ooh)

[Verse 4: Boldy James]
Still playin' with them oils like it's Jiffy Lube
In the spizzy, posted up with Quelle, spinnin' 62s
Make it rain like I'm Prancer, keep a strip of blues
In the club with that micro dancer, I got tricky moves
Left the clinic with three 'scripts of Percs and two bricks of juice
Couple chirps in the basement, oh, this a chicken coupe
Dropped out of Cooley, never made it to that institute
But now we paid in full, I get more money than my principal