Dopeboy Lyrics – YFN Trae Pound
Singer: YFN Trae Pound
Title: Dopeboy
You know
〈.?.〉 hundred points
You know that trap don’t never sleep n#gg#
Money don’t sleep, n#gg# you know
Want the bag, you gotta go chase it
You know long live nut, long live family
Long live k.o
Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yea
Uh, early at that money folder
Bet’ not act sober, put her in a choker
Put a choker on her #ss, colder than minnesota
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh
In the kitchen, mama hate to smell that odor
Oh, and i got my better ’cause i get ’em lower, huh
I ain’t tryna’ serve you, if you ain’t tryna’ load up
Uh, load up, huh, in a truck, huh, slowed up
Hold up, huh, check my cup, huh
Don’t try to rob us, b#tch we dirtied up
How the f#ck you tryna’ rob us? when we the robbers, yea
Oh brodies, it’s only us, so i went and bought some rollies, for all of us, yea
Bust down, so many patches, spot get busted, yea
We gon’ bust so many rounds, you gon’ get touched
Uh, shots, i call it, with a phone you couldn’t call it
Did it on my own, now i’m ballin’, i’ma sh#t on ’em no toilet
Oh, got the real gang beam like nut had on me, huh
Wonder why you ain’t even got a campaign harder
Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yea
Uh, early at that money folder
Bet’ not act sober, put her in a choker
Put a choker on her #ss, colder than minnesota
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh
In the kitchen, mama hate to smell that odor
Oh, and i got my better ’cause i get ’em lower, (trap sh#t) huh
I ain’t tryna’ serve you, (fly sh#t) if you ain’t tryna’ load up (uh, uh, uh)
Walk that rolls truck, huh (skrr)
Wrist on froze up, huh (ice)
Go and get the money, man that what they told us (go get it)
These real vvs’ll put that lil’ gold up (no cap)
Uh, put a hole in you, boy you ain’t no soldier, uh (ooh)
Sk frolled up, (boo) sk throw it up, (huh) uh
All these damn perc’, gotta n#gg# throwin’ up, uh
Keep narcotics, (yea) huh, we got soft and silent, huh (oh)
If my dawg pull up, he gon’ shoot errybody’ (grrah)
Huh, we gon’ serve errybody’ (no cap)
Huh, trap beam so hard they done broke the do’ pedal (stupid #ss)
Uh, get to kick the b#tch in, n#gg# we goin’ jail (for that sh#t)
Know me move like the mafia, the cartel (gang)
We tryna’ ball yea, (gang) yea
Uh, huh, real dopeboy, yea (real dopeboy)
Uh, early at that money folder (go get that money)
Bet’ not act sober, put her in a choker (i’m on that)
Put a choker on her #ss, (ice) colder than minnesota (ice, ice, ice)
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap, huh, soda, huh (trap sh#t)
In the kitchen, mama hate to smell that odor (yea)
Oh, and i got my better ’cause i get ’em lower, huh (no cap)
I ain’t tryna’ serve you, if you ain’t tryna’ load up (okay)
Uh, load up
Uh, okay, load up
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