Dope Game

Lyrics

[Intro: Beno] Get that motherfuckin' stove on Right Thousand pack of blues, baby, I'ma send 'em all I got five hundred oranges, yeah, this a fifty ball [Verse 1: Drego] Said the dick so good, I made the bitch call off Cop some work and have 'em front some so I never fall off Fell asleep off the drank, she keep callin', tryna cop Asked 'em how the work look? Like it's goin' out You a bitch, probably sit down when you piss She can shake 'em, can she do it on the dick? He can cook, but how he is with dry mix? Ten to two, be a ten if a pie in here (Boy) This a Wock', a lil' 'Tussin, high in here (Man) Catch me whippin' on some boy, a guy in here (Right) Man, your mind still ran like Jai in there [Verse 2: Beno] Better be smooth in the club, might die in here (Bitch) All this dog shit on me, got flies in here (Ho) All my other bitches keep it real, but you lyin', I swear Run up a check, baby, then I ball on 'em (Bitch) I lie to her just to fuck, every time, she fall for it That's my bae, she gon' set the play, yeah, you know I'm all on it Yeah, I'm from out of town, baby, time the mall closing Send bags, yeah, back to back to back, I'll pay your mortgage Bitch, I'm from the D, I sell that bag, yup, while I'm tourin' Fell asleep, then wake up, pour a three in Alonzo Mourning She super geeked, I'm her sneaky link, yeah, this bitch so gorgeous Bad redbone bitch and we tryna endure (Right) On my way to the pape', tryna make the Forbes List Pull up on your party, yeah, I'm lookin' for my portion Man, my bag is enormous, could you afford it? (Man) [Verse 3: Drego] I stand up in the pussy, yup, Martin Lawrence The shit so good, I almost double-text the bitch, but I don't wanna force it Am I in love with the road? Shit, kinda, sorta I got a bag comin' in, it's gettin' imported Pay my driver hit the road to get it to Georgia In here whippin' up this dog, might take me all morning (Bitch) You the type to hit the dog and still try to short 'em He don't ever want no half, he just want a quarter He don't wanna break the bitch, he just wanna spoil her I'm the type to trap her out and have her servin' oranges When you tryna run it up, you gotta play it broke Gotta crawl before you walk, nigga, take it slow In the trap, the fiends like some bad kids, they in and out the door Psych, I ain't no rookie, I make them bitches meet me at the store I'ma trick you off the streets, you playin' with my cho I ain't Tyreek, but I got the dope game in a choke