Dope - 600Breezy

I say

Y’all niggas broke

Caught my case sellin' dope

We got K’s with the scopes

I throw treys for the folks

Range or a Ghost

This Champagne, have a toast

Got whole things for the low

Bitch, we bang and we boast

I say

Rich nigga shit, bitch this gun make me limp

Better duck, better dip, on my son, you a bitch

Thumb through this shit

Got my tongue on your bitch

On my lungs, this bag sit

This a long ass MAC clip

Fuck this rap shit

All my boys, they clap shit

Vacuum seal, I wrap bricks

Off the pack, so I lisp

King of the 6, 33 on my wrist

32 in my Glick, shoot your boo in his shit

Tool, it got kick

I got drank, grab a kit

But don’t snooze on a hit

Cut the work up like grits

Thoinks smells like pits

I got packs, not no risk

Got pans by my hips

Better show me them tits, baby

Y’all niggas broke

Caught my case sellin' dope

We got K’s with the scopes

I throw treys for the folks

Range or a Ghost

This Champagne, have a toast

Got whole things for the low

Bitch, we bang and we boast

I say

Riding in the Jag, got these broke niggas mad

All my old bitches sad, they my sons, call me dad

Your bitch a strag, hit the store, pop a tag

All these rolls make me sag, you should go get a bag

Yacht or a boat?

Caught my case sellin' dope

Cause I play with the coke

I rock white, like the Pope

Thoink make me choke

Got a P, wanna smoke?

Your career on the slopes

That’s your man, he a joke

Big shit talker, Fear of God, Gucci walker

Four-Five, Glizzy spark up

Ballin' like Kemba Walker

Your hoe a stalker

Pockets fat, Nikki Parker

We sell books, like a author

Kickin' shit, I play soccer