dope in my sock - migos lyrics
[produced by murda beats]
[intro]
i got it, got it … huh
yo, yo
[hook: quavo]
young n-gga flying pigeons all over the sea
wrist game got my arm strong, hercules
got the molly in the jar look like dippin’ dots
gettin’ money i got work call it chris rock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
[verse 1: quavo]
i got the dope, hit her one time and i bet you gon’ choke
trying to take my dope my n-gga
i’m coming to hang you on rope
feeling like sl1ck the ruler
versace my shirt i love medusa
can’t get in contact with my plug
so i’m taking a flight to bermuda
i got the dope
whipping and whipping the brick my arm gets sore
drop a hundred bands off to my momma n-gga
just to make sure everything kosher
hit a n-gga -ss with the ropa dope
cause i see these n-ggas getting tired
you run out of bullets my n-gga gon’ get you bow grahh n-gga it’s a homicide
gone!
[hook: quavo]
young n-gga flying pigeons all over the sea
wrist game got my arm strong, hercules
got the molly in the jar look like dippin’ dots
gettin’ money i got work call it chris rock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
[verse 2: takeoff]
i put the dope in my sock, i put the dope on the block, i’m f-cking your ho
oj i’m trapping at texaco, n-gga talk sh-t, but he buyin’ my dope
breaking these pigeons off chickens, serving the junk’s chicken tenders
finessed the plug for a bag of work and i’m glad i didn’t ate ‘fo dinner
i know some lions some bears some tigers hyenas and even gorillas
my jeweler he call it can cooler it’ll buy me shivers
my boss credentials got these b-tches callin’ me king in front of their mister
you get the picture?
don’t get it twisted
i’m not a dj but i will remix ya
[hook: quavo]
young n-gga flying pigeons all over the sea
wrist game got my arm strong, hercules
got the molly in the jar look like dippin’ dots
gettin’ money i got work call it chris rock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
i got the dope in my sock, i got the dope, i got the dope in my sock
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