Dope Boy

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Four jumpin' off the sceezly', got the slab crunchin'

Worker screamin' how he wasn't eatin', now he back munchin'

Make another snack bag on the field trips

Long bus rides to the V, we had to pack lunches

Bag jumpin' out the jeans with the fat stomach

Racks bustin' out my jeans from the last supper

Know the Feds knowing what we did last summer

Found out where he lived, all we needed was his badge number

Shootin' my shot know a nigga got a cash jumper

Real dope boy, '95 Air Max runner

Lil' doggy cap star been a fan of mines

Knowin' I be living all that shit these niggas fantasize

Play with me you know it's daisies and dandelions

Niggas pushing over the 23's on the Cinnabon

Bouncin' out with chopsticks and them 21's

No, we don't tote no stock clips, slap a drum on it

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Still thuggin' on a fink wit my 51's

Everybody on the West know them boys killers

Know we quick to chip a nigga like a tortilla

Hit your block, five dirt bikes and three four wheelers

Lay on the granny crib, who everybody stay with

The shit I did you would've never got away with

That's on the floor, I ain't gon' play with it

I might be the best that ever did it, and got away with it

Let's get it

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Know I deserve better

Sort of chilly, quarter milli' in my Iceberg sweater

Playin' with that market mini, sent the work with girly

Big L's on my sleeve, no Laverne & Shirley

Early mornings, late nights, ain't been home in weeks

Same two-step that knocked him off put me on my feet

Learned to mix as a jit, got it down pat

Found the town down the way, had it mapped out

Runnin' plays, servin' J's out a packed house

Slammin' off the peanut butter like a mousetrap

Was taught to never leave my brothers, it don't matter what

When it's time to slide, who down to ride and who gon' saddle up?

Lot of 'em stuffed and it jammed, poured up, chillin'

I heard they took his mans down, no fucks given

Chopper chewed up his whip like a overbite

All these bald-heads in the pole, I'm tryna bowl a strike

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Still thuggin' on a fink wit my 51's

Everybody on the West know them boys killers

Know we quick to chip a nigga like a tortilla

Hit your block, five dirt bikes and three four wheelers

Lay on the granny crib, who everybody stay with

The shit I did you would've never got away with

That's on the floor, I ain't gon' play with it

I might be the best that ever did it, and got away with it

Let's get it