Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Paschall
Composer
Jermaine Denny
Composer
Nayvadius Wilburn
Composer
Quavious Marshall
Composer
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Composer
Offset
Composer
Rick Ross
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DP Beats
Producer
Red Cafe
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everything dope, everything dope
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked, ha ha
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 2]
I got rugs by the door, Versace on the floor
Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink
My safe full of stones, my phone's always on
When my eyes start to roll. you know I'm in the zone
Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber bands on the ten
Gave a **** all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz
Got a trunk full of dope, plug on the coke
Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know
Is everything dope? Is everything dope?
How does everything go? And why does everybody know?
Ha, how does everybody know? Ha, why does everybody know?
[Verse 3]
Everything dope, everything dope
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked, ha ha
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 4]
Pinky ring got dope on it, sipping lean keep dope on me
Switching lanes like them folks on me, twenty chains got dope on me
VVS's that's dope on me, fell in love with the dope angle
Pyrex, good perc in it, Minute Maid put syrup in it
Got a mermaid dripping Hermes, popping pills in the early
Her head game so geeked up, I'm making money got me Geechi
My rolex so Geechi, presidentials so Geechi
See my whips they Geechi, roll up back's they Geechi
Racks on racks they Geechi and my whole hood Geechi
Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get intoxicated
N******they mad we made it, look at them **** they mad we made it
[Verse 5]
Everything dope, everything dope
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked, ha ha
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
[Verse 6]
Fed's at the door, I done flushed all the dope
I done ran out the back, breakfast on the stove
I'm an ain't **** ********** the same **** *****
Only one small difference, I'm a straight rich *****
We bury money in the fields, mansions in the hill
Strippers at the crib, this is how I live
Always wanna smoke, always on the go
They always on my page, waiting for the next post
Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really dope? Is it really dope?
All this shit can't be his, this can't be real
Shorty ass so fine, that can't be real
[Verse 7]
Everything dope, everything dope
Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run up get murked, ha ha
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
Written by: Don Paschall, Jermaine Denny, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Marshall, William Roberts