Everything dope, dope Everything dope, dope Everything dope, everything Everything Bag full of percs, cup of syrup Run up get I got time on my wrist and an Audemar I spent ten bricks on a foreign car
I got rugs by the door, Versace on the Chest of ink, pussy on the sink My full of stones, my phone's always on my eyes start to roll, you know I'm in the zone Rubber on the five, r-rubber band on the ten Gave a bitch all the dubs, grand on the Benz Got a trunk of dope, plug on the coke Renzel came up, prosecutors want to know Is dope? Is everything dope? How everything go? And why does every know? How does body know? Why does every body
Everything dope, everything Everything dope, dope Everything dope, everything Everything Bag full of percs, cup of syrup Run up get I got time on my and it's an Audemar I spent ten bricks on a foreign car
ring got dope on it Sipping lean keep on me lanes like them folks on me Twenty got dope on me VVS's that's on me Fell in with the dope angle Pyrex, good in it Maid put syrup in it Got a mermaid Hermes Popping pills in the Her head game so up I'm making got me Geechi My so Geechi Presidentials so See my whips they Roll up Back's they Racks on racks Geechi And my hood Geechi Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get they mad we made it Look at them they mad we made it
dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything Everything dope, everything dope Bag full of percs, cup full of Run up get I got on my wrist and it's an Audemar I just spent ten bricks on a car
at the door, I done flushed all the dope I done run out the back, breakfast on the I'm a ain't nigga, fucking the same bitch nigga one small difference, I'm a straight rich nigga We money in the fields Mansions in the Strippers at the crib, is how I live Always smoke, always on the go always on my page, waiting for the next post Feds wanna know, just wanna know Is it really dope? Is it dope? All this shit can't be his, this can't be Shawty ass so fine, that can't be
dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything Everything dope, everything Everything Bag of percs, cup full of syrup Run up get I got time on my wrist and an Audemar I just ten bricks on a foreign car