Dope Boy Shit

[Intro:] (Ice, ice, ice, ice) [Pre-Chorus:] I’m a n*gga in the hood that’s what they’re telling me now, now, now I put the ice in it it’s a different felony now, now I push a button in the shit and watch the hoes go different Man listen rags cover my n*gga lips You gotta be waiting till 4:50 Y’all know me [Chorus:] Pull a bullet Pull a bullet on my dope boy shit I know you see the ice cold risk Pull a bullet n*gga Pull a bullet n*gga do you take a bitch [Verse 1:] Show shorty at the dealer A bad bitch didn’t know shorty was a killer You know we keep it reala Shoulda take a trip and put the 40 in the villa When a bitch gets a chance in a hits in the bungalow With my drop laid back in my seat with a gumbo lo They say I’m living high strung So I gotta keep it humble oh And my little n*gga just caught a body bout a month ago He didn’t make it through the summer That’s the pure definition of a cold summer Trust the daddy-o on a fed charge Back a n*gga bitch still on a head nod All I need is eye contact [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I am the n*gga they talking about Off of my neighborhood cuz they know I’m the shit Wrap up that coker and stuff that big tofer It’s common my n*gga let’s go and get real Ain’t nothing to it, my n*gga let’s do it We got it let’s get it don’t work in the risk Them twenties them fifties them hunneds Be calling me constantly calling me get off my biz Maintain that swing low Remind me how the big B hoe In the biz by the tango Got your biz popping pussies on tango Keep a big bankroll Get your head in a body bag Bout to stream a n*gga on the missed you for a lot of bread How the fuck you gonna renig when your home is spread You used to be Gs, working with the feds [Chorus]