Heaven For a DopeBoy

[Intro]

TrashBaggBeats

Phew, phew, phew

Yeah

Fuck what you thought nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dawg shit records

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t know one dope boy that ever lost

Yeah. yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

I’m a dope boy ion wanna be nun else

Bitch talking about some fuck me no hoe fuck yourself

Bitch you better get some money that’s what you better do

Bitch time is money I can’t fit you with my schedule

Chopper bullets hit you and they go through niggas nеxt you to

Headshot turn a human being to a vegеtable he can’t talk he can’t walk boy this shit bad

Choppa bullets hit him in the gut he got a shit bag

I’m a mother fucking dope boy bitch like my damn dad

My mama like when I rap old beats she say I be in my damn bag

All these niggas wanna be like pap they trying to steal my damn swag

I feel like Mitch I cloud leave the game but is they gone love me?

I’m gon’ tell you to your face hell nah I don’t trust you

We could do what you wanna do you could take it how you want to

A real man always gon’ stand on his own two if you gon’ do it then do it but don’t be talking about what you gon’ do

Shooters slide with sticks lil nigga it’s one on two

[Break]

Dope boys gon’ always win that’s a guaranteed

Dawg shit records

We ain’t shit like them niggas

Nah don’t compare us to them niggas

We ain’t shit like them niggas

[Verse 2]

Ayy we them boys Neph I tell you that shit everyday nigga

I want some mother fucking money you can see it on my face nigga

Chopstick hit it’ll blow yo ass away nigga

Had a lot on my plate I’m talking way more than Ye nigga

I be going crazy I feel like that Kanye nigga I woke up this morning bitch I’m feeling like a grave digger

Unc don’t like ten he said he want that shit gray nigga

Cuz’ don’t want to trap by his self I told him I’ll stay with him

Last batch of dog now I gotta get a new blender high speed but I’m silky, super smooth with the finish

[?] serving chicken but I ain’t penny pitching

Sucka nigga keep your distance fuck around and have to Lynch him

Glock going off like Scottie Pippen they like papi why you tripping?

Pop a nigga then pop subscriptions I’m real Rx check my prescription

Dawg shit guaranteed them, dope boys always winning

Phew, phew

[Outro: Rx Papi & Gloria Ann Taylor]

Dawg shit records

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy we them mother fucking bitch

Yeah, yeah dawg shit records

Yeah, yeah dawg shit records

Yeah, yeah Dawg shit records

My love movin' too, yeah