Dope Boy

Excuse me, brother.

What we call drugs is 74th Street Baptist Church.

We call it Sinny Sin Sin.

Well around here, between Normandie and the Weston.

We call this here Little 20-20-20.

Dopeboy, Dopeboy

Tell me what you want, I got grands for the low, boy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy

I got two for twice, let's get a **** up

I got all the drugs, you fuckin' with the plug

If you're stressed, it ain't gettin' rolled up

Grab a dutch backward, don't give a fuck

I got that sexual healin'

When I'm high, you know I wanna cuddle up

Turn around, arch your back, beat it up

I'm finna whip, whip, finna speed it up

Back to the paper chase, I gotta count it up

**** talkin' money, I don't see you speakin' up

This your man here? Lame, giddy up

All that bullshit talkin', I done heard enough

Quit all them lies, false stories, I done seen enough

I done seen enough

Like, shut up!

Dopeboy, Dopeboy

Tell me what you want, I got grands for the low, boy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy

Fuckin' with the plug, yeah, you fuckin' with the plug, dopeboy