Dope Game

(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) (Here's Johnny) He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah) I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah) Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring) I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang) Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock to spin at his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods He ran up a twenty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T. Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat Pull up period, don't care 'bout your period (thuggin') If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (Huggies) Waited this long to fuck and that shit wasn't 'bout nothin' (hood) Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here Russian Dior shirt with the collar, the car got a button Brother waitin' on appeal and I'm waitin' on the pills He ain't doin' time release, play him with the time at least Streets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eat Snakes in the grass, I cutted the lawn One they ain't see though, I took 'em to prom Fuck takin' a risk, rather take off your arm They ain't want me to blow, they try take off my bomb He let off two shots and got hit with a drum Child support, lot of these niggas my sons Strip 'em for it, it's cool I'll play that in ones Convicts, robbers and shooters and foreigns I don't need a entourage, I don't need a bunch a rods To walk 'round in my city, that shit weird (that shit weird) In the rear view, seen 12 and I switched gears I know a booster who move, she won't sit still I can't wait, I go get it Tyreek Hill Last week had a ménage like Meek Mill Ridin' round with a carbon, no serial Quarter ticket off a flip phone, no seal He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah) I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah) Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring) I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang) Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock to spin at his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods He ran up a twenty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T. Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat Shit, Big Yavo tryna make him a M off a iPhone Back then, they ain't want me like Mike Jones The gas I'm havin is stronger than Lysol I'm tryna see what I'm doin', lemme fuck with the lights on Ayy scratch, that shit ugly, I'ma fuck with the lights off In Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sock I got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rock Bitch it's my time, like a G-SHOCK Bitch if you wastin' my time, I'm takin' ya watch Shooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' 'em out" He don't even want 'em no money, he want 'em a reason Keep 'em a rocket like Trevor Ariza And he wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you sneezin' Wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you beefin' Boy he be on the bench, still a say we ain't see shit Bag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticket Ayy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matter I keep my heat, Glock .40, I feel like Hell I still a sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapper The reaper inside of my ear, and he doin' the most I ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' 'em close I took my pain and hide it, they turn to tears Pourin' green in my Sprite, I'm turnin' to tears He play it cool but I'm burnin' the steel He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah) I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah) Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring) I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang) Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock to spin at his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods He ran up a twenty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T. Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat