Dope Game

Lyrics

[Chorus ?] I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train [Verse 1: AllStar JR] Fuck rantch, got a pocket full of blue cheese [?] 23, riding with a zip of sooshy Niggas [?] killers, shit, the main ones groupies Was at a standstill, now I'm the illest nigga grouping Bumm, you ain't sold dope, you ain't even roll 4's [?] on the go Snatch a run with your ho in the club Nigga, it's like that My dawgs leave the projects, they gon' bring a nigga icе back [?] on me, what bitch wanna see me pop that? Came alonе, but I'ma let your baby mama drop that Labels coming at me with these [?] ass contracts It don't say a million, how the fuck I'm supposed to sign that? Bitch, I ain't paying for no dammages I'm paying top dollar for that shipping and the handling Swerving in the Scotty, I'll show you how to handle it When Brady ratted on me, I ain't know how to handle it Pussy Nigga [Chorus ?] I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train [Verse 2 ?] Why niggas lie a lot? I won't even try to box [?] buy my bitch something, all this fire I just got We should slide on them niggas, all that mouth that they got Gotta rob [?] to the spot Then head north with them motherfucking racks I spend it [?] I can put this on your hat They know Prince performing when them killers in the back 30 milligram P's, 30's in the strap You let these niggas fool you, you a fool, bitch I'll shoot they new whips, [?] clips Starting to think I'm elergic to the bullshit [Chorus ?] I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train I can tell you never sold dope, man Why you always rapping 'bout this dope game? [?] hit my line, want a whole thang Got the fiends dancing like it's Soul Train [Verse 3 ?] I don't even trust my scale [?] the poles, man, don't touch my mail I done sold everything, I ain't never did a scam All I know is extra grams, wrist work with Armand Hamm And that top [?] got me [?] extra [?] I don't [?] with petty niggas, that's why ain't no extra cups Niggas fuck over a real friend for an extra buck Should've took his life, but [?] stuck I'm a boss now, getting better at decision making Invested in my bitch business, [?] Metal on my side, like I had a hip replacement And I ain't at the top yet, but shit, we started from the basement Trust my brothers with my life, double down on them We take care of them blocks, we don't just stand around on them Living legends round this bitch, tryna be the ones that make it out All I talk is money, shit you broke niggas can't pronounce