Dopeboy

I sell drugs

Do I look like
Do I look like
Do I look I sell drugs?
(3x)

What it look like

Bass through the walls
DJ spinning that feeling that song
Excuse me can I get by here
Place so packed can't move nowhere
I'm a get something to drink, what you want?
Can't hear what you saying homie, speak up
What you need man, I got you though
There's buzzing in my pocket let me check my phone
Hold up, my niggas on the line they trying to get in
But the bouncer won't let 'em, typical shit
What we always got to do with them type of dudes
That was in a good mood now they fucking my shit
Been through it before this ain't the first time, nigga
Matter-fact you saw me last weekend, remember?
I remember why because you did the same thing
Made us stand for twenty minutes 'fore you let us in
Does it really have to be a situation
Before you let us in you gonna search my mates, you will
You ain't never gonna find what you looking for
Do' it really look like we some dope, boys?

What it look like, what I look like, look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man

Do I look like I sell drugs (4x)
Do I look like, do I look like, do I look (4x)
Do I look like I sell drugs

Up in the club I'm trying to figure what's up
With my 'cause everybody been trying to get on buzz
Bottle in my hand I'm gon' leave it against the wall
And my cell in the other receiving a lot of calls
But I focus on the night so I don't pick up
I'm loving the dope boys filling the tip cup
Not a word is being said, not a verb, not a noun
But let me decipher the code I find to get down
You wouldn't believe it we write shit like this
Everything from thug niggas to rich white kids
Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool
Little girls off to college doing this shit, too
For the white ones mummy take her clothes off
Never did do blow and whipe her nose off
It's real sat but it's real down town
Even homeboys' sister offer to bow down
And then the rest will make the part with the coka
Over tiny cash five niggas with the rest we dough like
The club is full of the hustlers stacking dollars
Whose profit is celebrated all you gotta do is hollar like

What it look like, what I look like, look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man