I Feel Like A Dope Boy

[Intro]

(Cassius Clay)

(Damn, Duke, this shit wavy)

[Chorus: Woodboy Gee & The Game]

I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy

She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy

I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy

I serve that French Montana, in the traphouse with the coke boys

[Verse 1: Woodboy Gee & The Game]

Diamond-studded Balenciaga coat in a Rolls-Royce

I just fucked a bad lil' IG bitch at the Four Points

In '05, we was ridin' 'round on inches like the po-boys

I pop the top, V12 on all my engines, they make no noise

Just come and shop, we got chickens in thе coop, they by the flock

She just post a picturе, ain't use no filters 'cause her body pop

We gon' share this Perc', 'cause more than half gon' make her body lock

Pull up at the candy store and let her lick this lollipop

Go back to the basics, I got open cases

They don't know who did it 'cause we covered up our faces

Lil' bitch, I'm in the club with the Indiana Pacers

Marquis Daniels, I came with the Raiders

Nothin' less than seven figures when we out in Vegas

I pop out with seven bitches, I be ElimiDatin'

I might cook up in the kitchen, got bricks in the basement

Whippin' up a baby, count it up daily

[Chorus: Woodboy Gee & The Game]

I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy

She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy

I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy

I serve that French Montana, in the traphouse with the coke boys

[Verse 2: The Game & Woodboy Gee]

I did everything except fuck Sexyy Red

But if I ever do, I swear to God, that pussy dead

If I get a chance, I'ma go put an AP on Bernice

APB out on the daughter, Draya did it, I ain't sorry

I get money bags, big-booty bitch look just like Ari

Diamonds offset in my Patek watch, I need a Cardi

She look like a stallion, stand up in that bitch like Pardi

Tryna be like Mike, I might just lose my Lori Harvey

They penny pinchin', I don't trip 'bout no bitch, 'cause I got plenty women

She don't wear no bra, my lil' bitch raw, look how them titties sittin'

Look how them twenties sittin', suicide doors up

My bro kept quiet, took his ten, 'cause we don't never fold up

Went to Wafi and spent me a quarter-ticket, now I'm froze up

Bitch be actin' bougie, lil' ho broke, but got her nose up

My bank account got several O's like Dunkin Donuts

My baby mama happy long as she don't bring my hoes up

[Chorus: Woodboy Gee & The Game]

I feel like a dope boy, well, fuck, I am a dope boy

She gon' fuck with me before she ever fuck a broke boy

I feel like a dope boy, well, bitch, I am a dope boy

I serve that French Montana, in the traphouse with the coke boys