Dope lyrics

[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Yeah n*gga
I'm fresh out that surgery n*gga, ha ha
Bandage still on my neck, all that, n*gga
Yeaaah!

[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope
Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope
Bad b*tch with me, yeah that b*tch is dope
Two racks for the Celine bag, that sh*t is dope
(Dope, dope, dope, dope)
Open up the Benz door, you can smell the dope
(Smokin'!)
Big chain on, look like I'm selling dope

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Real n*gga, I been on
'Cause this the sh*t I been on
My n*gga Tito got fifteen, I can't wait 'till he get home
That sour power in my swish, Seventeen what I sip on
No rack to throw my kicks on
Your b*tch look and your b*tch gone (Hahaha!)
I had to get back on my hustle, homie
A hundred thousand in that duffle, homie
When you got a sack the b*tches want to f*ck you, homie
If I don't know your mama then it's f*ck you, homie (Haaa!)
All my b*tches love me 'till they heart stop
I make them buy my choppers out the pawn shop
I'm in the kitchen whipping up a hard top (Whip!)
I'm in the kitchen whipping 'till the jar pop
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Monday night I fought through Magic, and f*cked with the strippers
They know I got a sack so they f*ck with a n*gga
I could go in any hood and f*ck with the killers
Instead of saying f*ck me you should f*ck with me, n*gga
Money good, my bread up
White karma with the red [?]
b*tch with me, and she ain't coming if she ain't giving that head up (Hahaha)
b*tches know how I move, n*gga
Eight hundred my shoes, n*gga (You see 'em)
These is Jimmy Choo's, n*gga
Givenchy sh*t, no [?], n*gga
Molly all in that b*tch system, them naked ladies, them blues, n*gga
Conway still a real n*gga, don't ever get it confused, n*gga
(Don't get it f*cked up)
Big chain on, look like I'm selling bricks
You looking bad, look like you ain't selling sh*t (Hahaha!)

[Chorus x3: Conway The Machine]