[INTRO, PIANO]
[chsh, chsh]
[Chorus]
Sellin dope til they raid in
Cameras up, see we caged in
Low cut, put the fade in
Dopeboy, say amen [X2 first time]
[VERSE 1]
Beastmode, I'm a track killer
Raid spray, you a bug nigga
Dopeboy, I'm a drug dealer
Hand in hand with the plug nigga
Know that I'll jump in the lab, or throw you a jab, or serve you a slab
We bust down the brick, we made it in dimes, so nigga won't you do the math?
Keep it right at my hip, you know I won't slip, never known for a busta
She diggin my drip, I'm lovin her lip, she know Ima hustle
Grind hard put my life on it
30 bricks put a price on it
Late night see we take risks it's a gamble game put the dice on it
Know that I - know that I-
Jump in the 'vette, demand my respect, I'll put on the flex
Don't play by the rules, they know I'm a fool, tell em just run me the check
100 bags see the grass in
Super strong see the gas in
Like Ramadan I'm fastin
Bad bitch I'm smashin
I'm watchin your bitch, she send me a flick, she send me a kid
She dyin for dick, cryin and shit, she just wanna lick
A million dollars I'm a rich nigga
Pillow talkin you a bitch nigga
2 tone, with the jewelry on, young blowin strong, I'm a lit nigga
Keep a strap for the bull shit
Supercharged with a full clip
Free smoke, see its no joke, I'm a linebacker, send a full blitz
Blue flame in the [?], in Versace shoes like 2 chainz
Red bitch with a tattoo with a fat ass, feed her cocaine
[Chorus]
Sellin dope til they raid in
Cameras up, see we caged in
Low cut, put the fade in
Dopeboy, say amen
[VERSE 2]
ALV with a quarter key
Sellin oz of my double g
Crack rock and Chanel C
[?] taught me when to be
Late night we was paper chasin
On 85, we was drag racin
Beastmode but I'm still pacin
From [?] To the gas station
I bust on the lip, for fire on my hip, don't play by my chip
Bitch lovin my drip, I'm reppin the gang, I'm bangin a crip
Keep a charger with a hemi in it
Extendo with a semi in it
Laid up with a freak bitch goin through her purse, there's a Jimmy in it
A foot on the gas, I'm showin my ass, I'm raisin the bar
Drippin so hard, I know I'm the shit, they know I'm a star
Cartier put the ice on me, Balenciaga fuck the price on it
Goin hard each and everyday making sacrifices to put my life on
See y'all like to put on the stunt
My bitch just put on the front
The weed I'm smoking the runt
See I'm eatin Houston for lunch
Rubber band got my money straight
Young Trinidad rockin all gold
Big racks is the 20 pack
Blue hundreds and it won't fold
Bitch think I'm a gang, she think I'm a lame, she think I'm a joke
See I fuck out her brain, her pussy in pain, I'm killin her throat
Rolex with the rocks in it
12 box with the Glocks in it
Talkin crazy bout the water well check the Pyrex get the drop in it
St Laurent ima fly shit
Backwoods ima hide shit
Tryna jack wearin no mask better have insurance you'll die quick
[OUTRO]
(A foot on the gas, I'm showin my ass, I'm raisin the bar... raisin the bar
Drippin so hard, I know I'm the shit, they know I'm a star... they know I'm a star.)
Dreams of a Dopeboy was written by Da Great Ape.