Dope Fein Friday lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
sh*t
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, man, you know what the f*ck goin' on

[Verse]
S560 with reclining seats in the back
F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back
Jump out on a n*gga in broad day, f*ck a ski mask
Say you finna do what? Where my heat at?
Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, we just drunk a ten
Lil' b*tch had a good shot, I wanna f*ck again
Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again
Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again
Have you ever seen me out in public with less than ten on me?
Have you ever seen me out in public without FN on me?
You ever seen a n*gga get his head blew off? sh*t get real, don't it?
Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it
I can't wait until we get the drop
I can't wait until we find them n*ggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it
Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'
Before that EDD sh*t came around, I had a real hundred
Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it
I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant
I'm feeling kind of sick, I need a head doctor
If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red probably
Yeah, that n*gga took a shot at me, but he dead probably
I was buyin' Act' two for twenty-five wearing Ed Hardy
Four-five make you move around— alright
Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted
Picked up the mic last year and made a million and I just started
Jump out on 'em with an old K, damn, he just sharted
I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more 'cause I just parked it
Cougar b*tch across the street was tryna f*ck, she look like Miss Parker
Jogging pants full, fifty racks in 'em
Moncler bubble on with a strap in it
Wild as hell, will knock a n*gga out and I scrap with b*tches
Hit him in the chest with the K, he just backflipped it
You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an Act' sipper
f*ck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer
We can't be f*ckin' for that long, I'm a fat n*gga
You would never see me with a fitted on 'cause I don't cap, n*gga
We all talking 'bout the same sh*t, but I rap different
Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it
I been at your b*tch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it
I hope this b*tch getting set to play 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me
The n*gga that I'm with throw bricks, I got Shaq with me
Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)
I be at the liquor store, in the back chillin'
My n*gga got shot six times, he say his back healing
Lil' b*tch wouldn't shut the f*ck up, gave her ass Ritalin
Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President
And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain
Baby, I ain't pop no Percs before we f*ck, give me six minutes
[Outro]
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