Half Doin Dope

[Verse 1: JID] (Hey, JID, bro, what good?) My nigga, what's happenin'? I'm back in this ho (Hey, what goin' on with y'all folks? I hope y'all straight) Fuck all them crackers, I'm packin' a pole (Ayy, fuck all 'em stupid-ass racist bitches) I gave them rappers they time at the podium I ain't spoken, I ain't speak in a moment It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homeboy (Where the hell you been then, little bruh?) Holdin' it down, keep my niggas afloat (Oh, you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?) He in the mound with pounds of dope (Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell) She got the mouth and the throat of a G.O.A.T. (Woah) But be on the prowl to go fuck on my bro (Woah, shit) You scandalous hoеs, Olivia Pope (Woah, shit, woah, shit) I'm having some motion (Woah, shit) I'm having some brunch in Miami with Hova I'm braggin', I'm boastin' I'm Black as fuck and just bе draggin' my scrotum (Woah, woah) I'm mad as fuck at how they had or have us in ropes (Woah, shit) Half don't have a daddy at home, half doin' dope Habitat a hazard, they having stones Niggas hassling, running homes Like a habit, but amateurs, anywhom (Run through that motherfuckin' shit on the daily) Look at me, drippy, he fresh off the boat (Boy, where you goin', where you been, where you goin' to?) Can't fit the crown on the head of a G.O.A.T (Exactly, nigga, roll that shit up then) Uh, look, half of an ounce in the pouch of my coat I used to be surfing on couches and sofas Needed a shower with water and soap (Damn, lil' dirty ass nigga, how'd you get this shit then?) I put this shit on my back for the team (Oh, you better protect yourself, nigga, I know you ain't playin') My chopper sing, Dion, Celine (That my motherfuckin' dog, he ain't playin' with y'all fuck niggas) One for my mama and one for my queen Not one for the drama or causing a scene (Woah) They caught him in traffic out on 20-East (Woah) I come from Atlanta, I'm Tony, I'm Tony Montana I told 'em, I toe 'em, I tag 'em My brodie told me put my dope into rap While he wrappin' dope, he put his hope in the trap In a total package, I don't know if he braggin' But niggas knowin' who be holdin' it Havin' in the hood, constantly battlin' bad or good I ain't mad at him, all of us gettin' jugged Now I don't give a fuck (Now you know your ass give a fuck, boy) Well, I gotta wrap this up Gotta go to the cash, never had too much Got a bag in a flash, then I passed you up The raps is a wrap, I could smack you up Like a pimp cup in a cap with a limp, whippin' a 'Lac on rims I thought it was him (I thought that was you, my nigga) JID catch a nigga workin' out in the gym, uh (Oh, shit) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Hmm Ten and a half, put it right on your neck Ten thousand dollars, put right on your ex If he let his homies hype him high as a jet I'ma greenlight it, we sponsor the step team Wrap the pill, leak through the sheets like a wet dream Flew this bitch out, all I saw was her nipple Shit felt like a movie with terrible sex scenes Who's sellin' guns? Let me check local listings I'm in Detroit damn near more than the Pistons Last nigga play on my name came up missin' So much demon work, damn near questioned religion No way that God would let all of these niggas hate how I am livin' I did too much for the next out of love Been at the bottom and lived way above Trust me, it's easier under than up Sunny side up, coupe was yellow like mustard Workin' so hard, tryin' not to get flustered For four summers straight, could've bought Dave & Busters I reserved all my feelings, I knew not to trust 'em Niggas know Boat 'bout this shit, without question Rather buy sex before I buy a section Rather buy lot sections before I lease Walk with a limp, but I talk like a priest It's us [Verse 3: BabyTron] (Brr) Easy or the hard way, I took the crack route Ain't it crazy I never had to work the trap house? Novak Djokovic how I pull 'em racks out Old girl think she cute 'cause she got her ass out That's 2022 for you Why you call him bro? When it's time, he won't shoot for you (Why?) You brought a pole to the fight, I got a nuke for you I got a four, got a pint, got a deuce for you I like it cold with some ice in my double cup I'm off the flight, took the Sprinter, fuck a shuttlebus Moonrock in the blunt, I might hover up (Nyoom) So much money in my backpack, I might pinch a nerve Pull up in that big Hellcat, I might hit the curb She done hit me with that one brain, man, this bitch a nerd If she don't hit me with that one brain, then she gettin' swerved Real roadrunner, no wheels, took the hound home Too many blues in the roll, I can't count blow (Brr) You want a handout? How about no? Yohji Yamamoto, came a long way from Southpole (Huh) Touchdown in two plays ARP'll turn his Tuesday into doomsday Ridin' 'round tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne So much kick, it's Luke Cage mixed with Liu Kang, huh [Outro: BabyTron] Told her "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds" Lil' bitch a fan, she just asked if I know JID Say we owe you, shit, you must've missed the A-I-E I mean A-E-I, shit, I'm tired, been a crazy week First rule was put up five every K I see Told the bitch, "Don't question me, I ain't A.I. sneaks" ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia You know what the fuck goin' on