King Smuve - Dope Boi Lyrics

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Aye
HmmmmMmm
EmKay
Im on that dope boi shit, boi
Trap life shit, yeah
Could've f*cked ya bitch
But I rather hit a lick
Im on that my side shit, side
Mob Ties bitch, Mob Ties
Automatic stick
Aint no running when it hit, le'go
Im on a money making mission have you hear of it, have you heard
We take risk to get this shit you can't be nervous, cant be nervous
Im on that dope boi shit, dope, aye
Trap life shit, yey yey
Could've f*cked ya bitch, Smuve
But I rather get rich, aye
Trap been doing numbers run that bag up, bag
I get check, she give me neck aint have to ask for it
These niggas in last bruh, last
It aint not race but Ima drag her, drag
She know where the bag was
Trick or treat, mask up, le'go
On another level tell these hoes I'm elevated yeah, high
Bought a Rollie bezel all these diamonds in the face
No need for no shovel, dig the way I drip this flavor
No Baskin Robbins, aye, this splat Amiri, yey
Get it now or later bitch, hmph
Twelve get behind me I'm throttling, skr skrrrt
Spot doing numbers like lottery, hmmm
You Can not play me I'm sorry, no
Get yo ass hit just for talking to me, pow
Dope boi stance
Dope in my hand, hand
You know that the junkies gone follow me, come here
You chase that ass
We chasing this bag
You see how we bringing these dollars in
Im on that dope boi shit, boi
Trap life shit, yeah
Could've f*cked ya bitch
But I rather hit a lick
Im on that my side shit, side
Mob Ties bitch, Mob Ties
Automatic stick
Aint no running when it hit, le'go
Im on a money making mission have you hear of it, have you heard
We take risk to get this shit you can't be nervous, cant be nervous
Im on that dope boi shit, dope, aye
Trap life shit, yey yey
Could've f*cked ya bitch
But I rather get rich, Aye
Running to the money like a jogger or sprinter, fast
Playing both sides ah get you washed up spin him, blast
Heater on my side Ima pop star nigga, yeah
You aint having ties let the Mobsters hit 'em, woah
Take a trip got big bags with him
Non but gas in here
Drugs and bottles, dollars make these models
Bring they ass in here, come here
Hit the block, open shop like we do taxes over here
Might give ya credit if you got a check that come 1st, 3rd or 5th, hey hey
I got VVS's on diamonds cold she anemic, cold
She just wanna nigga selling dope he gone beat it, yea hey
Straight out the street, where the traps at
Ima bad ass like Boosie
Lil bitch tryna give me that booty
But the trap keep calling, its booming
Im on that dope boi shit, boi
Trap life shit, yeah
Could've f*cked ya bitch
But I rather hit a lick
Im on that my side shit, side
Mob Ties bitch, Mob Ties
Automatic stick
Aint no running when it hit, le'go
Im on a money making mission have you hear of it, have you heard
We take risk to get this shit you can't be nervous, cant be nervous
Im on that dope boi shit, dope, aye
Trap life shit, yey yey
Could've f*cked ya bitch
But I rather get rich, Aye
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