Dopeman

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T. & Babyface Ray] Who is it, man? 'Troit, nigga Bright, man, what's the motherfuckin' word, man? What's the deal, man? We'll do the whole thing for real Ah man, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout [Chorus: G.T.] I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right (Get right) [Verse 1: Damedot] All I ever wanted to bе was a weight mover (Dope man) Startеd with a lil' boy like a preschooler (Dog) Hit it with the lactose, I feel like Lex Luger (Stretch it) I done lost a few niggas, but I'm blessed through it (Thank God) Twenty niggas, ten hustle, and the rest shooters Every strap 30 or better, don't get wet, fooly The street got its ups and downs, but I ain't leavin', nigga (Naw) It's fucked up the streets know how to keep a nigga (Fucked up) I don't sing, but I'm Cole with the Keyshia, nigga And I keep some girl on the side like a cheap nigga (White) In the mall, spend it all or we ain't leavin', nigga (We ain't leavin') Cold-hearted young dogs, they keep the heat for niggas I said, "Fuck school", I wanna be a dope dealer (Dope dealer) My mama told me I remind her of my old nigga (Rest in peace) I'm a boss, I don't back down from no nigga (No nigga) I was taught what you want, you gotta go and get it [Chorus: G.T.] I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right (Get right) [Verse 2: Peezy] They say bands'll make these bitches dance (Off top) And I got enough on me to make these niggas mad ('Bout ten) They say we ain't really eatin', don't make a nigga laugh (Don't make me laugh, nigga) 'Cause I can take a bitch to eat and blow a nigga bag Nigga, ask your big homie, bet he know me well (They know me) Kel said it's in the air, be lookin' for the mail (Them 'bows) Ten bands in all hundreds just for show and tell (I got it) In the middle of the storm, we got snow for sale (Right now) Yeah, nigga (Bitch), thank God that bag came (What's in?) And I'ma get them bitches off, that's on my last name (I swear) Somethin' fast on them foreigns just to pass lanes (Some Forgis) New Rollie, more gold than Trinidad James (Bitch) Real shit, I get testers and receive bands (I swear) And I'll get a nigga touched like a keypad (Right now) I had a nightmare all the fiends with the rehab (I was trickin') 'Cause if they did, I don't know where I'd be at [Chorus: G.T.] I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right (Get right) [Verse 3: G.T.] They run off when the plug come through Hood stars sittin' in the drop with no roof, that hood life It'd be hard for you to stop, dude, it's real life In the trap, you better hold that tool real tight The block bangin', nigga, I can't sleep We just opened and it feel like I've been bangin' for weeks I got one goal, nigga, that's a house on the hill If it's a drop, then I open up a house with the kill I like them green and pills, whatever for cheese Paper bring jealousy, and my youngins'll squeeze I hit that dog food, I'll have a nigga flooded with ice I'll keep the streets happy if them numbers is right I'm lovin' this life, nigga, ain't shit better Keep hustlin', the whips'll switch up like the weather I know some ho niggas bangin' while they on the tether The babies need food, it ain't shit you could tell us [Chorus: G.T.] I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right I wanna be the dope man, nigga, this that life I wanna pop bottles in the club and rock ice I wanna be the dope man, yeah, that white (That white) And I ain't playin', you could come and get right (Get right) [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] I wanna be that nigga you see in the 'Vette with a freak (Top down) Beds in my AG's, dubs couple of sleeves Mag in that stash box, nigga, come on, creep (Come on) I can do it real big, still keep it discrete (Low) Keep a four poured up, I should put you to sleep (I should) I'll hit you off with this bag, get you put in the streets (Fuckboy) Pay shooters if it's problems, I don't jump in the beef (Fuck naw) Front you off, let you eat, keep fuckin' with me I'm the neighborhood dope man, and everybody know me (Everybody) You ain't notice when I pull it out, there ain't shit for me? I keep runnin' out of work, but my money still goin' Better stop playin' 'round, pay the money that you owe (Bitch) I'm out here Benihanas with your baby mama Nigga, I'm a boss, take the loss, what can you say about it? Don't be mad 'cause I got it and you say you got it (Lame) Motherfuckin' dope man, ain't no way around it (Ho) [Outro: Babyface Ray] You know what it is Yeah Team Eastside, nigga Babyface What up, Dame? G.T.? Dirty Glove? What up, Cook? What up, Dot? You know? Niggas can't fuck with us