Dope Man

Yeah, okay

That's cool right there

Dope man, dope man, hah

Yeah, don't get high on your own supply (Let's get it)

Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me)

Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me)

Dope man, dope man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Give a fuck what you heard, ****

Fuckin' up Saks and gettin' it back 'cause I got custos (Huh?)

**** always bringin' up the past when they run gone (Shut the fuck up)

****, do the math, I been countin' 'til my thumbs sore (Fft, beep)

Dope man, dope man, I get it to your front door (Yeah)

Pack it up, new town every time the shit slow (For real)

One-stop shop, too much traffic, you gotta cop and go (Come on)

Watchin' for the narcos, tryna play it cool

I got dope fiends that carpool tryna bump into me

I be tryna sell it all, can't ever get too much money

I been cookin' all day, whole house smellin' funny (Skrrt, skrrt)

I get greedy when I'm hungry, cut a **** out the play (I cut a **** out the play)

Try to tax him for the— every time I'm out of state

I'm in Cleveland up the way gettin' the highs for the lows (Gettin' the highs for the lows)

**** fuckin' up the sack, but I know mine gettin' sold (But I know mine gettin' sold)

You know that topside fall every time it get old (Every time it get old)

Crib too slow, took my talents on the road with a bitch

Hahaha

Daisy Lane Records shit, ****

For life

Know what the fuck goin' on, **** (Ayy)

You know I'm on that "pussy-ass ****, ain't got no love for 'em" shit, **** (Come on)

Daisy Lane Records shit (Yeah)

Yeah, Los passed you **** for real this time, **** (Yeah)

Daisy Lane Records shit, ****, Volume 4 shit

Look, ayy, yeah (Pussy-ass ****, ain't got no love for 'em, yeah)

Even if I take a loss, you know I made it back (Know I made it back)

**** startin' to sound like Los and Nutty and I'm cool with that (I'm cool with that)

I know where that money at (Where it's at?), **** still lookin' for it (Yeah)

I should teach a cooking class, penthouse full of bags

My **** pushin' glass (My ****), your **** last place

We still do turnarounds, every week, I'm in a different state (No cap)

No cap (What?), **** really not fuckin' with me (**** not fuckin' with us)

First-class flight to catch the bag, buck-fifty

Dope man, minivan, Town & Country, Los and Nutty (Come on)

Ain't no more petty checks, this that Volume 4 money (This that Volume 4 money)

Dog Shit Records, we'll sign you guys

Most my **** grew up with the dog like Family Guy (For life)

Pistol in the club while I'm rainin', they ain't pat me down (They ain't pat me down)

L Boogie'll make a scene, bitch, don't panic now (For life)

Bitch

Red voice, ****

Let Pucci know I do music, ****

Ayy