Dope Boyz

Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
 Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
 Well shit what you need shawty
 Ay these these bd's right here shawty
 Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
 You can't get no better than this right here
 Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
 A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
 The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
 Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
 Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
 Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
 It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
 It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
 I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
 The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
 Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
 Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
 Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
 Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
 Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
 Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp
 For the...
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
 I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
 Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
 You can't even supply the package I buy
 I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
 Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
 Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
 How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
 Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
 C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
 Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
 Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
 Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
 Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
 Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
 I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
 Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
 Getting do' fo' sure
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
 I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
 I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
 Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
 Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
 If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
 What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
 If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
 Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
 Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
 37's ki's in da grill of the broam
 Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
 All most gone ain't got but four mo'
 Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
 Nothing left for you but to count my do'
 Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
 350k what I paid for the shit
 Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
 Getting rich in this bitch
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
 I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 Da dope boyz, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
 Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
 From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
 on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
 On over to Candler Road
 Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
 Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
 Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
 I'm coming to get some
 Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
 Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
 On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there
 

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Duration
04:24
Key
4
Tempo
87 BPM

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