Big Dope

Haha

D-DJ

Smoking crème man you already know

Hey Kenny

[Chorus]

Big dope (dope)

Smoke it out the bag (créme)

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (DJ)

Big dope (dope)

Big dope (dope)

I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node (I can't breathe)

Big dope (DJ)

Smoke it out the bag (DJ)

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (dope)

Big dope (yup)

Big dope (haha)

Big dope (créme)

Big (woo!)

[Verse 1]

No baseball, you in a pickle

When you flip your shit can get fickle

I got two boys up to no good hope I don’t get caught in the middle

DJ so hot I won’t fizzle, will not need a pistol to say I’m official, ay

They think that he smoking crystal but it’s just big dope you can look at the crystals, ay

Down by the arm of the river and it’s time to harvest the crops of the winter, ay

Two feet of snow in the road it’s making it much harder for me to deliver (DJ)

Smoking on a Blake Griffin blunt, and you know that I seen the Clippers

Mass Ave we be deep as fuck, and tonight it will be a ripper

Usually it’s a college girl, but somehow she turned to a stripper (get it!)

Baby girl you gotta do your thang

I’ll always treat you like my sister

I just pull up in a wicked pisser

Park it on the Ave, I see everybody whisper

Told her I love her and miss her

No one has soul like this ginger

Pull up to Cumbies I’m in a blizzard

[Chorus]

Big dope

Smoke it out the bag (dope)

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (it's kinda sad)

Big dope (dope)

Big dope (créme)

I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node

Big dope (DJ)

Smoke it out the bag (dope)

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad (it's kinda sad)

Big dope (D)

Big dope (J)

Big dope (DJ)

Big (woo!) (let's go)

[Verse 2]

Big blunt, big blunt

3 grams, must be been a mix up

Small town, farmhouse, everybody all around cliqued up

Sit down, think fast, be quiet

I was on the cig 3 and drink 4

This the type of shit I was built for

Walking down the silk road

I ain’t have a cell phone

They tried to move me to Melrose

I was like “Hell no”

Tommy Hilfiger my Velcro’s

Ima keep it mellow, but also heavy metal

Ima buy a crib out in East Longmeadow

I can take a Fanta and make it dark yellow

I’m a Mass legend just like Henry Longfellow

Tip of the cape we gon’ fish

I just got lost in the mix

Baby it's lacrosse we got lost in them sticks

I just got lost in the mist

I just got tossed in the shit

I just caught in the hype

Your boy got caught with the pipe

And he had been talked to twice

Whole town’s dead

I can take it left on Red

Told that young boy shut up

Some things best left unsaid, yeah

[Chorus]

Big dope

Smoke it out the bag

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad

Big dope (DJ)

Big dope

I just smoked so much créme I got a lymph node

Big dope

Smoke it out the bag

I just blew through all this dope so fast it’s kinda sad

Big dope

Big dope

Big dope

Big (woo!)