"Dope Fein Friday" lyrics
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Shit
Ghetto Boyz shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on
S560 with reclining seats in the back
F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back
Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask
Say you finna do what? Where my heat at?
Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, we just drunk a ten
Lil' bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again
Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again
Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again
Have you ever seen me out in public with less than ten on me?
Have you ever seen me out in public without FN on me?
You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off? Shit get real, don't it?
Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it
I can't wait until we get the drop
I can't wait until we find them niggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it
Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'
Before that EDD shit came around, I had a real hundred
Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it
I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant
I'm feeling kind of sick, I need a head doctor
If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red probably
Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead probably
I was buyin' Act' two for twenty-five wearing Ed Hardy
Four-five make you move around- alright
Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted
Picked up the mic last year and made a million and I just started
Jump out on 'em with an old K, damn, he just sharted
I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more 'cause I just parked it
Cougar bitch across the street was tryna fuck, she look like Miss Parker
Jogging pants full, fifty racks in 'em
Moncler bubble on with a strap in it
Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches
Hit him in the chest with the K, he just backflipped it
You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an Act' sipper
Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer
We can't be fuckin' for that long, I'm a fat nigga
You would never see me with a fitted on 'cause I don't cap, nigga
We all talking 'bout the same shit, but I rap different
Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it
I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it
I hope this bitch getting set to play 'cause I only brought a stack with' me
The nigga that I'm with throw bricks, I got Shaq with me
Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)
I be at the liquor store, in the back chillin'
My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing
Lil' bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin
Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President
And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain
Baby, I ain't pop no Percs before we fuck, give me six minutes
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Shit
Ghetto Boyz shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on
S560 with reclining seats in the back
F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back
Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask
Say you finna do what? Where my heat at?
Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, we just drunk a ten
Lil' bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again
Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again
Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again
Have you ever seen me out in public with less than ten on me?
Have you ever seen me out in public without FN on me?
You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off? Shit get real, don't it?
Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it
I can't wait until we get the drop
I can't wait until we find them niggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it
Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'
Before that EDD shit came around, I had a real hundred
Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it
I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant
I'm feeling kind of sick, I need a head doctor
If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red probably
Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead probably
I was buyin' Act' two for twenty-five wearing Ed Hardy
Four-five make you move around- alright
Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted
Picked up the mic last year and made a million and I just started
Jump out on 'em with an old K, damn, he just sharted
I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more 'cause I just parked it
Cougar bitch across the street was tryna fuck, she look like Miss Parker
Jogging pants full, fifty racks in 'em
Moncler bubble on with a strap in it
Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches
Hit him in the chest with the K, he just backflipped it
You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an Act' sipper
Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer
We can't be fuckin' for that long, I'm a fat nigga
You would never see me with a fitted on 'cause I don't cap, nigga
We all talking 'bout the same shit, but I rap different
Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it
I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it
I hope this bitch getting set to play 'cause I only brought a stack with' me
The nigga that I'm with throw bricks, I got Shaq with me
Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)
I be at the liquor store, in the back chillin'
My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing
Lil' bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin
Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President
And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain
Baby, I ain't pop no Percs before we fuck, give me six minutes
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Writer(s): Rio Da Yung Og
