Lay low

I shoot out beams just like it's halo

Got stacks on racks of toasted bread and all they need the mayo

Our music lowkey trash but it's all hits because we say so

This shit is sweet, it has a kick and got funk like Peach Faygo

A night time driving I think I'm choosing

I grab my keys and get to cruising

And as I leave my car I realize

I left my bag and wallet far behind

Take a ride in that new whip that's a GT (Ay)

Drive that shit to San Andreas like it's GTA

Call that shit a magic carpet in a genie (Aye)

That's the dopemobile no it's not a Lamborghini (Aye)

Pull up on yo block the Dope Brothers got all the hops that make you bop yo' head until you dead man trust me you gob need yo meds because this ride is gonna get bumpy

Cuz we bumpin'

That new Dope Bros

Take a ride inside I'm sure you'll find a brand new piece of mind yo'

Driving so fast in these streets that the wind messes my hair up

And what is on the radio it's dope bros and we turning up

We already performed once and we bout to do that shit again

Cuz we three are the mcs of the 20s and the 2010s