Dope

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway The Machine] Yeah nigga I'm fresh out that surgery nigga, ha ha Bandage still on my neck, all that, nigga Yeaaah! [Chorus: Conway The Machine] Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope Bad bitch with me, yeah that bitch is dope Two racks for the Celine bag, that shit is dope (Dope, dope, dope, dope) Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope (Smokin'!) Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] Real nigga, I been on 'Cause this the shit I been on My nigga Tito got fifteen, I can't wait 'till he get home That sour power in my swish, Seventeen what I sip on No rack to throw my kicks on Your bitch look and your bitch gone (Hahaha!) I had to get back on my hustle, homie A hundred thousand in that duffle, homie When you got a sack the bitches want to fuck you, homie If I don't know your mama then it's fuck you, homie (Haaa!) All my bitches love me 'till they heart stop I make them buy my choppers out the pawn shop I'm in the kitchen whipping up a hard top (Whip!) I'm in the kitchen whipping 'till the jar pop [Chorus: Conway The Machine] [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] Monday night I fought through Magic, and fucked with the strippers They know I got a sack so they fuck with a nigga I could go in any hood and fuck with the killers Instead of saying fuck me you should fuck with me, nigga Money good, my bread up White karma with the red [?] Bitch with me, and she ain't coming if she ain't giving that head up (Hahaha) Bitches know how I move, nigga Eight hundred my shoes, nigga (You see 'em) These is Jimmy Choo's, nigga Givenchy shit, no [?], nigga Molly all in that bitch system, them naked ladies, them blues, nigga Conway still a real nigga, don't ever get it confused, nigga (Don't get it fucked up) Big chain on, look like I'm selling bricks You looking bad, look like you ain't selling shit (Hahaha!) [Chorus x3: Conway The Machine]