Lyrics:
of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
And these niggas mad, and these hoes mad
If they stick together, they can form a crowd
I'm a dope boy, not a drama queen
So, I brush em off, like a dust cloud
Boy C to the LIDO by the way though
Badman coming through
I would have said brikiti live on this one cus it sounds right
But I wont
Just incase you
Smoking on dis dope
Finna take off like a rocket
Niggas don't got no money
That's why I'm out here styling
Youngin from the trenches
I used to be out
again
Go mia they be like ark where you been?
I been gliding in a benz
Nah girl please dont tell yo friends
I been running from my sins
Nah that shit dont
keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a glock by yo' side
Six real n****s stick
Yo! here comes the intro
It's time to let it go
I live the life of my rhyme, I think I'll let it show
So, keep it goin' so the mic can stay warm
to life, back to life
One show, Jay go for the gusto
On a boat full of dope, goin' up flow
Ali when I float it's a KO
Face to the flo', go hit 'em with
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother fucking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that
and spreading the joy
Jump in the mosh pit here with your boy
I'd be out eating Big Bok Choy
Feeling so dope like Chips Ahoy
My bro Charlie with me, he a legends
Did a drill with yo main mans now you in a cell
Stupid nigga now you looking mad boy you dumb as hell
Brodie sent me thirty fuckin' rack's i think he
on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's
a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute
this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta
I fucked
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you
Yo my mommy toy was
, feeling like a menace
Leave you under pressure like the boy name Clarence
Never judge a book by the look of its appearance
Its appealing how you
Dallas
You say you a OG but how you a OG? Boy that ain't yo rank or status
When I'm on the lean boy it have me on lean, the X obtain my balance
The kush
and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by
Money, hoes , new designer clothes
And I'm selling dope like Franklin Saint
High as drones and i put it on
Boy you know that you mother fucking can't
Uh
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long
out of East Atlanta went Osama
They killed them Florida boys and baby mamas, bloody summer
It was major drama, word to my dope dealing mama
Before
playas out the sox, daily
Yo, weekly, daily, hourly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-B T
Boy, you can't suck with
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
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