[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Nigga tried me with the scope, so I'm trippin, nigga
Brought the strap in the club, now who trippin, nigga?
What you on? Bitch, we got hella straps
If a nigga say it's problems, we maneuver that
Got a 30 in the 40, and a tooly stacked
Nigga on my dead homies, knock his head back
Niggas talking all that bullshit
I pop up at your mama's with a full stick
That's that tool kit
Don't make me up that
Hand the Glock to my bro, I got 2 macks
Niggas shot my whip twice, tried to take my life
Got my mama on some shit, she feared for her life
[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man
[Verse 2: YG]
Big clip on that 40, it don't make no sense
In the streets gotta move on some wolf shit
Niggas on the Gram talkin big shit
What happen? You let Lil Note touch your lip
Nigga you ain't touched my lip, you just trip
I be wearing all this red and I ain't never slip
Probably thought I'd slip, took one to the hip
Na, I was in some Call Of Duty shoes and shit
Westside Bomptin pyrule shit
You a fool thinkin I never slide through
I put all the guns in my hood, you fuckin fool
So everytime an opp get poppin with that tool
I was dead, YG almost had you
Backstreet in the black whip, he only let off 2
You hurryed up and left, all we heard was zoom
So don't ever tell me about the opps, them niggas fools
[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man
[Verse 3: YBN Almighty J]
It's YBN and YG on some gang shit
I never show no love to a lame bitch
Wreck a nigga shit if you try to lane switch
I'm the same nigga survin dick to your main bitch
Hundred bands, nigga double that
Young wild niggas where the trouble at
Got your hoe like savings in a duffle bag
Send a hundred shots, you only send a couple back
Fuckin forign hoes in LA on some pimpin shit
Niggas out here cuffin all these hoes on some simpin shit
Yello teath, white fins lookin like Bart Simpson
Niggas in they feelings cause we young niggas winnin
Price went up, I don't ple bargan
Refill blue strips out the green garden
Niggas snakes, so I gotta keep them out the way
Niggas speakin on my name, I'm convinced they gay
[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man
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