[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Just another dope boy having things
You know it's more money than motherfucking problems
I went and got more money and got more motherfucking trouble
Half of my partners sellin' dope and the other half robbin'
All my niggas mobsters
Million dollar meeting at the round table over promethazine [?]
These niggas imposters, you ain't never had no plug
You ain't never got no pack
You ain't never ever send the bitch through the airport with a hundred stacks
Hope she make it safe and I pray to god that I make it back
I told my neighbourhood in California
I'm with five plugs, put that on my momma
We chasin' commas
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Dope dancing in the pot, when it cook bland vanilla
Just another dopeboy who be juugin' for the scrilla
[?] I'm a dealer, Glock 40, big pistol
Pissing molly, booming missiles
Serving [?] out my swisher
[?] in my [?]
Just another [?]
When I pull up to the cabin, turning [?] dabbin
Hundred gas bags juugged, I like my money neat
Trapping, I don't miss a beat
[?] for a feature, and all of my [?] free
Ran through [?] weed
Trapping and rapping [?]
[?] gold, diamond cuban link
Presidential Roley, dripping like a sink
Got the blue magic Frank, [?] mink
Double R [?]
Double cup, sipping on Easter pink
Dolph and Longway, it's a plug link
Longway, bitch!
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
Just another dope boy having thangs
Just another dope boy having thangs, man
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