Half Doin Dope lyrics

by

JID


[Verse 1: JID]
(Hey, JID, bro, what good?)
My n*gga, what's happenin'? I'm back in this ho
(Hey, what goin' on with y'all folks? I hope y'all straight)
f*ck all them crackers, I'm packin' a pole
(Ayy, f*ck all 'em stupid-ass racist b*tches)
I gave them rappers they time at the podium
I ain't spoken, I ain't speak in a moment
It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homeboy
(Where the hell you been then, little bruh?)
Holdin' it down, keep my n*ggas afloat
(Oh, you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh sh*t, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)
She got the mouth and the throat of a G.O.A.T. (Woah)
But be on the prowl to go f*ck on my bro (Woah, sh*t)
You scandalous hoеs, Olivia Pope (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)
I'm having some motion (Woah, sh*t)
I'm having some brunch in Miami with Hova
I'm braggin', I'm boastin'
I'm Black as f*ck and just bе draggin' my scrotum (Woah, woah)
I'm mad as f*ck at how they had or have us in ropes (Woah, sh*t)
Half don't have a daddy at home, half doin' dope
Habitat a hazard, they having stones
n*ggas hassling, running homes
Like a habit, but amateurs, anywhom
(Run through that motherf*ckin' sh*t on the daily)
Look at me, drippy, he fresh off the boat
(Boy, where you goin', where you been, where you goin' to?)
Can't fit the crown on the head of a G.O.A.T
(Exactly, n*gga, roll that sh*t up then)
Uh, look, half of an ounce in the pouch of my coat
I used to be surfing on couches and sofas
Needed a shower with water and soap
(Damn, lil' dirty ass n*gga, how'd you get this sh*t then?)
I put this sh*t on my back for the team
(Oh, you better protect yourself, n*gga, I know you ain't playin')
My chopper sing, Dion, Celine
(That my motherf*ckin' dog, he ain't playin' with y'all f*ck n*ggas)
One for my mama and one for my queen
Not one for the drama or causing a scene (Woah)
They caught him in traffic out on 20-East (Woah)
I come from Atlanta, I'm Tony, I'm Tony Montana
I told 'em, I toe 'em, I tag 'em
My brodie told me put my dope into rap
While he wrappin' dope, he put his hope in the trap
In a total package, I don't know if he braggin'
But n*ggas knowin' who be holdin' it
Havin' in the hood, constantly battlin' bad or good
I ain't mad at him, all of us gettin' jugged
Now I don't give a f*ck
(Now you know your ass give a f*ck, boy)
Well, I gotta wrap this up
Gotta go to the cash, never had too much
Got a bag in a flash, then I passed you up
The raps is a wrap, I could smack you up
Like a pimp cup in a cap with a limp, whippin' a 'Lac on rims
I thought it was him (I thought that was you, my n*gga)
JID catch a n*gga workin' out in the gym, uh (Oh, sh*t)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hmm
Ten and a half, put it right on your neck
Ten thousand dollars, put right on your ex
If he let his homies hype him high as a jet
I'ma greenlight it, we sponsor the step team
Wrap the pill, leak through the sheets like a wet dream
Flew this b*tch out, all I saw was her nipple
sh*t felt like a movie with terrible sex scenes
Who's sellin' guns? Let me check local listings
I'm in Detroit damn near more than the Pistons
Last n*gga play on my name came up missin'
So much demon work, damn near questioned religion
No way that God would let all of these n*ggas hate how I am livin'
I did too much for the next out of love
Been at the bottom and lived way above
Trust me, it's easier under than up
Sunny side up, coupe was yellow like mustard
Workin' so hard, tryin' not to get flustered
For four summers straight, could've bought Dave & Busters
I reserved all my feelings, I knew not to trust 'em
n*ggas know Boat 'bout this sh*t, without question
Rather buy sex before I buy a section
Rather buy lot sections before I lease
Walk with a limp, but I talk like a priest
It's us
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
(Brr) Easy or the hard way, I took the crack route
Ain't it crazy I never had to work the trap house?
Novak Djokovic how I pull 'em racks out
Old girl think she cute 'cause she got her ass out
That's 2022 for you
Why you call him bro? When it's time, he won't shoot for you (Why?)
You brought a pole to the fight, I got a nuke for you
I got a four, got a pint, got a deuce for you
I like it cold with some ice in my double cup
I'm off the flight, took the Sprinter, f*ck a shuttlebus
Moonrock in the blunt, I might hover up (Nyoom)
So much money in my backpack, I might pinch a nerve
Pull up in that big Hellcat, I might hit the curb
She done hit me with that one brain, man, this b*tch a nerd
If she don't hit me with that one brain, then she gettin' swerved
Real roadrunner, no wheels, took the hound home
Too many blues in the roll, I can't count blow (Brr)
You want a handout? How about no?
Yohji Yamamoto, came a long way from Southpole (Huh)
Touchdown in two plays
ARP'll turn his Tuesday into doomsday
Ridin' 'round tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne
So much kick, it's Luke Cage mixed with Liu Kang, huh

[Outro: BabyTron]
Told her "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds"
Lil' b*tch a fan, she just asked if I know JID
Say we owe you, sh*t, you must've missed the A-I-E
I mean A-E-I, sh*t, I'm tired, been a crazy week
First rule was put up five every K I see
Told the b*tch, "Don't question me, I ain't A.I. sneaks"
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia
You know what the f*ck goin' on
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