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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mustard
Mustard
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
OT Genesis
OT Genesis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Odis Flores
Odis Flores
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Jay Walker
Jay Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Larry J
Larry J
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Straight dope with homie, bought to do dirt Got a plug with no money, can't buy work Just hit me a lick I need mine first All this dope make my mother fucking eyes hurt Got weed then I got to the fucking pills Start messing with coke 'cause want a mil' I remember when I won a million record deal Now I'm in this bitch screaming fuck a record deal Selling all these Os with my eyes closed Ship it out with a mother fucking blindfold Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Wish the police would come try me Trapped out so I never got an ID 372816 for 30 Everything gotta go, bitch I'm in a hurry Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Dope boy, dope boy, count, count, count, count, dope boy Got a flex in that yellow like a 64 My nigga say he want a dub that's a 6 hoe That's when I have some cool water then I whip slow That's whenIi have some cool water then I whip slow Fuck a bitch ya I'm in love with my scales Fuck a Nemo tryna find these fish scales Trying to wear the work out, we gon' stress that 'Til my daughter get the bread, he gon' fetch that Tell the water whipping nigga what I'm best at If I'm in the court room I won't confess that Got a Benz outside but that's a hot box But we working, work it down, that's a chop shop Be riding from the city we finesse that You better keep that Calico, might respect that They gon' be kicking down the door where you rest at They be coming, get your birds, where your nest at? Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Yeah, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga Dope boy, dope boy, count, count, count, count, dope boy
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Larry Sanders, Dijon Mcfarlane, Odis Flores Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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