Dope (feat. Rick Ross)

I can feel it

T-Rawws, rock my own kick game

Eight figure deal, figure how I'm courtside at a Clip game

Still pop Ace, king shit, I'm with Rozay

Black Maybach, leather gloves on that OJ

Okay, the day you beatin' me, bitch, no day

Bands a make her dance, that's thousand dollar foreplay

AK get a full clip not a soundwave

You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste

Bitch ****, you don't want no drama, I'm worth a couple commas

It's death before dishonor

Last King, come sign up, all my shit be designer

Extraordinary rhymer, I bodied yo' shit for nothin'

Wes, west up, hot temper

Get wet up, she give me head not neck up

Clean the mess up

One false move death from a gesture

Cash in the safe ****, I don't feel no pressure

I'm dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes

All my shit dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

(Maybach Music)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes

H on the Buckle, Hermes and the hustle

Crown on the watch, young **** still thuggin'

8.7 on the crib, so, fuck it

Went gold in a month, so, it ain't no budget

New chains, Rolex links

New chick just to drag my mink

New car just to ride 'round here

Aviator crew, we flyest 'round here

Hatin' on who? **** dying 'round here

Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard

Cars, rockstars, dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but we back to these broads

Hands clap like a **** in the stadium

Million dollar chain but I'm rockin' eight of 'em

I see you slippin', boy, don't make me pick your label up

Scottie Pippen on the dribble, I just laid 'em up

Another triple got me trippin' like it's angel dust

We just winnin', all the women at my table, ah

Say my name, say my name, ****, say my name

Hundred million dollar ****, ****, say my name

Dope

All my shit dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes

All my shit dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes

Chief rocka, pop, popper

Told her to pull them things out 'cause my car topless

Off topic, get on top it, what's your synopsis?

So sincere in her belly, that's that Nas shit

King announcin', that gangsta shit we mobbin'

We takin' your dollars, Creflo, no white collar

I, pop pop, wish a **** would, Carl Thomas

Bitch, I'm the bomb

Call me the Unabomber

Money in my game, I'm drivin' shit that's insane

You stay in your lane, no playin', ain't nothin' changed

Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine

Murder was the case, all the kids say, that T-T-raw

Dope (Ha-ha)

All my shit dope (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes

All my shit (Dope)

All my shit dope (Dope)

'Cause it's 187 how I'm killin' these hoes