dope fr - dopeboy trouble lyrics
they know um dope fr survive off forces and white tees
i put my trust in no b*tch ( nope ) i’m what ah b*tch need
she suck da d*ck so much she ain’t got feet she got 4 knees
alecia um dope keys me nd lil a we lik gucci g’s
i weight ah bag with my eyes close
swervin nd servin on backroads
i got more game then a cheat code
stay at they neck lik ah earlobe
spin on his block do ah rewind
we play with sticks just lik drumline
i serve more folks then ah lunchline
and i break my knuckles with punchlines
i f*ck more hoes thеn jacques up 7 days no sleep
i need ah plug big meech saved by them bеlls like lil screech
um in control lik qc
um young nd fly lik dc
swerving nd serving just tricking
nd trapping still catching plays on backstreets
send ah blitz nd trouble gone handle that hit all my targets still double back
put that fye on em burn em lik candle wax still puttin dope in sandwhich bags
n*ggas see me and catch b*tterflies say they want smoke then apologize r.i.p shirts and fish frys dese n*ggas couldn’t see me with 10 eyes
they know um dope fr survive off forces and white tees
i put my trust in no b*tch ( nope ) i’m what ah b*tch need
she suck da d*ck so much she ain’t got feet she got 4 knees
alecia um dope keys me nd lil a we lik gucci g’s
i trap out the bag nie ( troub )i used to sell dime rocks
swervin and servin just trickin and trappin that pack stretch lik some tube socks
dey say i go classic t top
still catchin plays in reebok’s
i just was locked up with juwop
in ah 8 man eatin duwops ( f*ck em )
they know we shoot at the opps
12 hit da lights we buck on the cops
they say i be swaggin lik biggie nawl b*tch i be thuggin like pac
they know i’m plug lik ah aux no roddy rich but lil a out the box
this ain’t no big worm but i’ll come with that stick lik a mop
i think this drac be boxin ( why ) i hit the opps with ah jab
come thru drippin lik fab with 5 choppas lik my name was mcnabb
lik dexter that how i trap out the lab stay in motion lik i trap out ah cab
i’m number one lik cam newton skinny’s on i might dab
i went bmw my first 20 days out the county i had em mad hating
these n*ggas be p*ssy faking live from the trap i’m back to the basic
they thinkin um flaw f*ck em i keep that strap like ah buckle
i’m sending shots duck em
i shoot this b*tch off the muscle
living my life like fredrick douglas say i go classic cutlass
me and lil a my n*gga my thug we just lik pooh and 30
ion f*ck with n*ggas uncle ruckus can’t f*ck with her if she ugly
it troub b*tch i be thuggin g lock on me that’s in public
they know um dope fr survive off forces and white tee
i put my trust in no b*tch ( nope ) i’m what ah b*tch need
she suck da d*ck so much she ain’t got feet she got 4 knees
alecia um dope keys me nd lil a we lik gucci g’s
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