[Intro] Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up
[Verse 1] Lately this money unstoppable, perc from the doctor, this straight out the hospital Told on your gang and you ain't have a rock on you, get your respect that's impossible She wanna fuck 'cause I'm popular Drano, my nigga, let's fuck up a block or two Eight years ago, I be robbin' you, no reason I got to lie to you (I got to lie to you) We got the molly, the sour, the xans, the powder too I needed Fendi ran outta school, we ain't gon' never play by the rules Made that lil' bitch get up out the room I got on Dolce Gabbana from next year Fuck the airport, I get called when the jet here Bust the Philippe when the check clear We don't tolerate disrespect here Bitch you annoying quit calling my phone with the dumb shit I had a pack in the trunk, see how quick I make it front flip Stay away from niggas if they don't want shit I'm on a pill think I'm moonwalkin' Good niggas die, I done seen that shit too often Louis my loafers, my boo bought 'em Bad bitch from New Orleans, no she don't do talking Secrets is safe with her, I'm in a Wraith with her, new camera might make a tape with her I'ma just fuck while you dating her, I might vacation her, nigga I'm lying She tryna go to Jamaica, my focus is paper, I'm selling, who buying Diamonds all on me, stand out with the lions Avoided indictments, ghost with no licence
[Chorus] Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Gucci you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Louis you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough
[Verse 2] We don't drive by, we just walk up and bust Shut the fuck up, bitch, you talking to much I posted up in the hallway with dust Perc in my body, I'm all the way stuck Keep your pistol if you talk like you tough Artificial bitches talking 'bout nothin' VIP me I just walked up with money, coughing up hunnids Yeah, bitch, I'm all the way blunted Promoter scared to book me, all of us coming Jump right out the pussy, go get the money Run up the bag and, bitch, I got it jumping Thinking back, in the trap I had a onion I broke it down wit cuh and bagged up the dummies Junkies scratching, on they back, got a monkey Ran off on the plug, now that could get ugly I told her don't act like you love me If I got some product, come package it for me The minute I step out the wagon, they touch me It's no better feeling than having this money Dusty lil' nigga, they acted so funny They used to ignore, now they act like they want me I be on tour, getting bags out the country My daughter got Christian Dior on the onesie Everything that I roll up look like Gumby All of my women belong on a centerfold I keep me one on the side like a dinner roll She grab the dick like she working the stripper pole Pull up like, "What is the business bro?" I'm that nigga if you didn't know Losers tryna follow where the winners go .40 with the hollows, make 'em dip it low
[Chorus] Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Gucci you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Louis you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Gucci you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough Dope in my system, I'm all the way up So many nights in the hallway was stuck I got on Louis you ain't never seen Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
