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