This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more, nah
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more, ayy
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
Always wore them gloves when I'm baggin' up that crack or dope
4 am 5 am the clucks is walking round the road
4 a yam a dub a gram what you need I'll get it sold
My daddy was a rolling stone, taught me how to get them bones
Showed me how to get them hoes, but told me not to take them home
And if I did I better know, that I can't trust another hoe
Get jealous and start tellin' on you, now you on another hold
I can't trust another soul, my heart is made of gold and stone
I keep it with me at all times I don't know if I'll make it home
Out here cause I stay alone, a savage boy I'm trained to go
You know that I aim for souls, and shawty say she came to blow
She scream my name I gave her strokes, she gave me brain I sprayed her nose
Yea that's how the game goes, f*ck you say my name fo'
Drop a dime on me, we toe taggin' yo main bros
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
Been on my grind my whole life, I'm never slowin' down
Tell my homie break it up, we rollin up the pound
When we hit streets, blocks bleed when we around
Cut the snakes out the grass, so they won't come around
So if you ain't bout that life, then don't be testin' me
Cause when I come the police gone be arresting me
R.I.B my brother Ransom nigga, Rest In Beats
When we hear them haters talkin', tell em' Rest In Peace
Tell my homies go and get it, now It's time to feast
Lived in starvation, got that paper now It's time to eat
Them dudes be hatin' cause I made it got it out the streets
No complications, conversations on how we gone eat
Since a youngin', been bout money I ain't frontin'
BoutaDolla any day, they know I'm gettin to the money
From sellin' bootlegs on pedals, to sellin' quads for 100
Nobody could tell me shit, I'm a natural born raised hustla
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
BoutaDolla - Dope Boy Music Lyrics
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This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more, nah
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more, ayy
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
Always wore them gloves when I'm baggin' up that crack or dope
4 am 5 am the clucks is walking round the road
4 a yam a dub a gram what you need I'll get it sold
My daddy was a rolling stone, taught me how to get them bones
Showed me how to get them hoes, but told me not to take them home
And if I did I better know, that I can't trust another hoe
Get jealous and start tellin' on you, now you on another hold
I can't trust another soul, my heart is made of gold and stone
I keep it with me at all times I don't know if I'll make it home
Out here cause I stay alone, a savage boy I'm trained to go
You know that I aim for souls, and shawty say she came to blow
She scream my name I gave her strokes, she gave me brain I sprayed her nose
Yea that's how the game goes, f*ck you say my name fo'
Drop a dime on me, we toe taggin' yo main bros
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
Been on my grind my whole life, I'm never slowin' down
Tell my homie break it up, we rollin up the pound
When we hit streets, blocks bleed when we around
Cut the snakes out the grass, so they won't come around
So if you ain't bout that life, then don't be testin' me
Cause when I come the police gone be arresting me
R.I.B my brother Ransom nigga, Rest In Beats
When we hear them haters talkin', tell em' Rest In Peace
Tell my homies go and get it, now It's time to feast
Lived in starvation, got that paper now It's time to eat
Them dudes be hatin' cause I made it got it out the streets
No complications, conversations on how we gone eat
Since a youngin', been bout money I ain't frontin'
BoutaDolla any day, they know I'm gettin to the money
From sellin' bootlegs on pedals, to sellin' quads for 100
Nobody could tell me shit, I'm a natural born raised hustla
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more, ayy
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
Always wore them gloves when I'm baggin' up that crack or dope
4 am 5 am the clucks is walking round the road
4 a yam a dub a gram what you need I'll get it sold
My daddy was a rolling stone, taught me how to get them bones
Showed me how to get them hoes, but told me not to take them home
And if I did I better know, that I can't trust another hoe
Get jealous and start tellin' on you, now you on another hold
I can't trust another soul, my heart is made of gold and stone
I keep it with me at all times I don't know if I'll make it home
Out here cause I stay alone, a savage boy I'm trained to go
You know that I aim for souls, and shawty say she came to blow
She scream my name I gave her strokes, she gave me brain I sprayed her nose
Yea that's how the game goes, f*ck you say my name fo'
Drop a dime on me, we toe taggin' yo main bros
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
That dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
Been on my grind my whole life, I'm never slowin' down
Tell my homie break it up, we rollin up the pound
When we hit streets, blocks bleed when we around
Cut the snakes out the grass, so they won't come around
So if you ain't bout that life, then don't be testin' me
Cause when I come the police gone be arresting me
R.I.B my brother Ransom nigga, Rest In Beats
When we hear them haters talkin', tell em' Rest In Peace
Tell my homies go and get it, now It's time to feast
Lived in starvation, got that paper now It's time to eat
Them dudes be hatin' cause I made it got it out the streets
No complications, conversations on how we gone eat
Since a youngin', been bout money I ain't frontin'
BoutaDolla any day, they know I'm gettin to the money
From sellin' bootlegs on pedals, to sellin' quads for 100
Nobody could tell me shit, I'm a natural born raised hustla
This that dope boy music, but I don't sell smack no more
You dudes listen to Macklemore, I burn like a pack of Dro
When I hit the mall I be spendin' bout a rack or more
Run up on me pull the nine, cock it back and clack it off
Writer: Xavier Banker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid