"Dope Boy" lyrics

Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
Slatty
Huh
Uh

Dope boy Nike spikes, they can't spike it
Lawnmower service, I ain't have to sell white tees
Orange and blue Richard Mille, feel like Spike Lee
Put my daughter in Fendi blankets when she night-nighty

I don't need a key to crank it, all my opps spicy
They bitches wanna fuck us all day and all night G
Acrobatic wrist, I flipped a disc, give me a kiss, bitch
Contemplating on this deal 'cause I'm already rich bitch
Sometimes I eat cereal, but I never eat Trix
Tried Green AP on my bitch, look like it's mint
Brown diamonds, soda, I don't get tired of Coca Cola
Put Pirellis on the British Benz, cocaine stole the show
My old bitch had a Maybach, bought her Bentayga strollers
Pop this shit, I'm never sober
Nigga fuck a Ford Focus, you can get rich because I told you so
You a thottie bitch don't grab no bag, I already told you no
Bitch I already know it's easy to catch up like the common cold
Plenty more, bitch say I'm good for it just like Melotone

Dope boy Nike spikes, they can't spike it
Lawnmower service, I ain't have to sell white tees
Orange and blue Richard Mille, feel like Spike Lee
Put my daughter in Fendi blankets when she night-nighty

Dope boy Nike spikes, they can't spike it
Lawnmower service, I ain't have to sell white tees
Orange and blue Richard Mille, feel like Spike Lee
Put my daughter in Fendi blankets when she night-nighty