Dopeboy

[Intro: YFN Lucci]

You know

Ant Chamberlain that's 100 points

You know that trap don't never sleep nigga

Money don't sleep, nigga you know

Want the bag, you gotta go chase it

You know long live Nut, long live family

Long live K.O

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yeah

Uh, early at that money folder

Bet' not act sober, put her in a choker

Put a choker on her ass, colder than Minnesota

Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh

In the kitchen, Mama hate to smell that odor

Oh, and I got my better 'cause I get 'em lower, huh

I ain't tryna' serve you, if you ain't tryna' load up

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]

Uh, load up, huh, it's in a truck, huh, slowed up

Hold up, huh, check my cup, huh

Don't try to rob us, bitch we dirtied up

How the fuck you tryna' rob us? When we the robbers, yeah

Oh brodies, it's only us, so I went and bought some Rollies, for all of us, yeah

Bust Down, so many patches, spot get busted, yeah

We gon' bust so many rounds, you gon' get touched

Uh, shots, I call it, with a phone you couldn't call it

Did it on my own, now I'm ballin', I'ma shit on 'em no toilet

Oh, got the real gang beam like Nut had on me, huh

Wonder why you ain't even got a campaign harder

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]

Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yeah

Uh, early at that money folder

Bet' not act sober, put her in a choker

Put a choker on her ass, colder than Minnesota

Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh

In the kitchen, Mama hate to smell that odor

Oh, and I got my better 'cause I get 'em lower, (Trap shit) huh

I ain't tryna' serve you, (Fly shit) if you ain't tryna' load up (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 2: YFN Trae Pound]

Walk that Rolls Truck, huh (Skrr)

Wrist on froze up, huh (Ice)

Go and get the money, man that what they told us (Go get it)

These real VVS'll put that lil' gold up (No cap)

Uh, put a hole in you, boy you ain't no soldier, uh (Ooh)

SK frolled up, (Boo) SK throw it up, uh (Huh?)

All these damn Perc', gotta nigga throwin' up, uh

Keep Narcotics, (Yeah) huh, we got soft and silent, huh (Oh)

If my dawg pull up, he gon' shoot errybody' (Grrah)

Huh, we gon' serve errybody' (No cap)

Huh, trap beam so hard they done broke the do' pedal (Stupid ass)

Uh, get to kick the bitch in, nigga we goin' jail (For that shit)

Know me move like the Mafia, the Cartel (Gang)

We tryna' ball yeah, (Gang) yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]

Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yeah (Real dopeboy)

Uh, early at that money folder (Go get that money)

Bet' not act sober, put her in a choker (I'm on that)

Put a choker on her ass, (Ice) colder than Minnesota (Ice, ice, ice)

Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh (Trap shit)

In the kitchen, Mama hate to smell that odor (Yeah)

Oh, and I got my better 'cause I get 'em lower, huh (No cap)

I ain't tryna' serve you, if you ain't tryna' load up (Okay)

[Outro: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]

Uh, load up

Uh, okay, load up