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]