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I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (High)
I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my honey (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (High)
I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my honey (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
You try discipline me? (Me)
That's when I discipline you (You)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes
I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me
You're missin' 'em too, nah (Too)
Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside ('Side)
Put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin'
And leave wit' the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my gyal a new Range Rover
That's when I discipline you (You)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes
I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me
You're missin' 'em too, nah (Too)
Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside ('Side)
Put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin'
And leave wit' the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my gyal a new Range Rover
Left it outside, and said "The keys are inside"
And I still can't get a Visa, or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty
Favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how, I tell them the reason is
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (No)
I get money when I'm high (High)
And I still can't get a Visa, or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty
Favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how, I tell them the reason is
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (No)
I get money when I'm high (High)
I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my honey (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
You love moanin', always tryna leave me with stress
But if I leave, you know it's gonna leave you depressed (You know it)
Six keys on my neck
I said "We are the best"
Only alphabet I know is, VVNS
The city know I'm clean when I dress
And the city knows you play
And yes (Yes), we're leavin' a mess
Niggas feindin for skets
Want my princess
Is the only girl in this world I need to impress
I stop buying jewlery, and said "I need to invest"
I get money with my honey (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
You love moanin', always tryna leave me with stress
But if I leave, you know it's gonna leave you depressed (You know it)
Six keys on my neck
I said "We are the best"
Only alphabet I know is, VVNS
The city know I'm clean when I dress
And the city knows you play
And yes (Yes), we're leavin' a mess
Niggas feindin for skets
Want my princess
Is the only girl in this world I need to impress
I stop buying jewlery, and said "I need to invest"
So vested and got more jewel, I need to confess (I need)
If I had one wish (One), It would be your address (Come)
Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh
Sa-said she's on the pill
But I'm still nuttin' in her grill
'Cause trust, it's nuttin' that I feel (Nuttin')
I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal
I'm Chef F the dinner man, come and have a meal
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
If I had one wish (One), It would be your address (Come)
Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh
Sa-said she's on the pill
But I'm still nuttin' in her grill
'Cause trust, it's nuttin' that I feel (Nuttin')
I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal
I'm Chef F the dinner man, come and have a meal
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (Know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (Everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (Clothes)
The jewels to the flows (Flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (No), I don't wonder
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (No)
I get money when I'm high (High)
I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my hunny (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody know
From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows
She'll love me if I'm broke (Why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (No)
I get money when I'm high (High)
I get money when I'm low (Low)
I get money with my hunny (Hunny)
I get money wit' the bros (Bros)
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody know
From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows
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