Dope Tan

Lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got too much paper to count I think I need another hand I'm leaning too hard I think I need a kickstand Real trap nigga, never did a scam Cook up the brick and I'm switching my hand Shoot with the chopper, make you do the Running Man Section 8 trap worth over a hundred bands Got dope tan, made the junkies dance Got dope tan, made a hundred bands Got dope tan, nigga cooking in the pan Got dope tan, I'll sell you a gram Got dope tan, I'll serve the dope man I got dope tan, put the coke in the can I got dope tan out the boat when it land I got dope tan, I'm the dopeman [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Serving and selling Got a brick in the car, that's a felon Got a plug with the gauge, he gon' mail it Smuggle the brick with the watermelon My friend gon' kill him if he telling DC Sniper, they gon' come for weapons Cooked a brick up in my Margielas Business etiquette, GoodFellas I throw up the rock like I'm Roc-A-Fella My trap beat drugs, acapella I'm drinking that raw, I got salmonella These junkies, they love me, I cook it up The dopeman, he love me 'cause I got whatever That dope tan bought a new Rollie belt I bet you that work had that money you felt Trapaholic, trapping anywhere [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got too much paper to count I think I need another hand I'm leaning too hard I think I need a kickstand Real trap nigga, never did a scam Cook up the brick and I'm switching my hand Shoot with the chopper, make you do the Running Man Section 8 trap worth over a hundred bands Got dope tan, made the junkies dance Got dope tan, made a hundred bands Got dope tan, nigga cooking in the pan Got dope tan, I'll sell you a gram Got dope tan, I'll serve the dope man I got dope tan, put the coke in the can I got dope tan out the boat when it land I got dope tan, I'm the dopeman [Verse 2: Marqo 2 Fresh] Ayy look, ayy look, ayy look You know a nigga named Marqo Big brother named Pablo Niggas selling them tacos Off tan, burrito In the hood with the J.Lo J's bringing in the bankrolls I got killers on the payroll They gon' shoot when I say so MONY, POWR, RSPT A nigga going hard about a check Water diamonds, I got them on my neck Came from Atlanta, but the drink from Texas MPR, we don't take no disrespect Got a .223 I'ma aim it at your neck Bet it chops a nigga's head [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got too much paper to count I think I need another hand I'm leaning too hard I think I need a kickstand Real trap nigga, never did a scam Cook up the brick and I'm switching my hand Shoot with the chopper, make you do the Running Man Section 8 trap worth over a hundred bands Got dope tan, made the junkies dance Got dope tan, made a hundred bands Got dope tan, nigga cooking in the pan Got dope tan, I'll sell you a gram Got dope tan, I'll serve the dope man I got dope tan, put the coke in the can I got dope tan out the boat when it land I got dope tan, I'm the dopeman