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Future - Feed Me Dope [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Willie Byrd
Willie Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will-A-Fool
Will-A-Fool
Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself?
[Verse 2]
Weigh the dope up
Cook the coke up
Might as well just give yo' hoe up
I got local hoe, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, ya' already know
How I give it up
Sippin' out a coffee cup
My presidential face a hockey puck
[Verse 3]
Feed me dope
I get wavy like a boat (Hey)
Feed me dope
And I start seeing ghost
I'm off the porch
I'm skippin' court (Yeah)
Skip to my lou
Trappin' a sport (Skip to my lou)
[Verse 4]
Okay, fish butter
Chicken cutter (Okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella (Okay)
Gone, you doin' that wrong (Out of here)
Al Capone (Skrr, skrr)
Don't talk on phones
'Cause we gettin' dope money, all night long (Brr)
[Verse 5]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong (Brr)
I need, good drink, big straw (Brr)
Dodo call me big papi, I get big cocky (Brr)
Uh-oh, big molly got my wrist rocky (Uh-oh)
Uh-oh, random money on a big dolly (Uh-oh)
They know, I'm a millionaire from freestylin'
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist poke (Uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stroke (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr. skrr. skrr)
Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Thirty round drill, ooh, he a mad boy (Wooh)
Audemar diamonds clear, ooh, that's a Jag, boy (Wooh)
I see Hermes spelled out on my tag, boy (Wooh)
I was hustlin' in the field, with all I had, boy (Whoa-whoa)
My momma shed a few tears, but I wasn't sad boy (Whoa-whoa)
Tried to explain to her for years
She had a cash boy (Whoa-whoa)
I took a pill and a half today
That ain't my last, boy
The one with the wings on it
I'm taking off like Elroy
I took a P on the head
I got the B on my hat
I'm living close to the edge
I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick
Just so I can sleep on the bed
[Verse 6]
Weigh the dope up
Cook the coke up
Might as well just give yo' hoe up
I got local hoe, but I shipped her out the country though (Far)
Ain't no giving up, ya' already know
How I give it up (Give it up)
Sippin' out a coffee cup (Pluto)
My presidential face a hockey puck
[Verse 7]
I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope
And I start seeing ghost
I'm off the porch
I'm skippin' court (Yeah)
Skip to my lou
Trappin' a sport (Skip to my lou)
[Verse 8]
Okay, fish butter
Chicken cutter (Okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella (Okay)
Gone, you doin' that wrong (Out of here)
Al Capone (Skrr, skrr), don't talk on phones
'Cause we gettin' dope money, all night long
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Willie Byrd
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