rylo rodriguez ft big yavo - dope game lyrics
(rylo) he ain’t sellin no sprite he got coke put down the controller he in da dope game ion trust em i know he a snake peep out a cobra da kind w no veins
gotta cool cat talm bout marriage i f+cked ha ain’t call ha she ain’t get no rang
i know a n+gga that can fight but he broke and i know a hustler who just let da door sw+ng
pull up period don’t care bout ya period thuggin‼️
if i hear my name den i’m pullin up huggies‼️
waited dis long da f+ck and dat sh+t ain’t bout nothin
just like derrick henry dis choppa hea russian
dior shirt w da collar da car gotta b+tton
brudda waitin on appeal
i’m waitin on da pills‼️
him on a time release
perc w da time release
streets for da lions get atе or you tryna eat
snakes in da grass i cutted da lawn
onе dey ain’t see doe i took em da prom
f+ck takin a risk rather take off ya arm
dey ain’t want me da blow dey tried take off my bomb
he let off two shots and got hit w a drum
tryna sport‼️
lotta dese n+ggas my sons
strip em for it‼️
it’s cool i’ll play da and ones
convicts‼️
robbers and shooters and foreign’s
ion need a entourage ion need a bunch a rods to walk round in my city dat sh+t weird
in da rear view seen 12 and i switched gears
i know a booster who move she won’t sit still
i can’t wait i go get it tyreek hill
last week had a minaj like meek mill
ridin round w a carbon no serial
quarter ticket off a flip phone no serious‼️
(big yavo)
shid big yavo tryna make him a m off a iphone
back den they ain’t want me like mike jones
aye da gas i’m havin is stronger den lysol
i’m tryna see what i’m doing lemme f+ck w da lights on
ain’t straight dat sh+t ugly ima f+ck w da lights off
in chicago w bags so i feel like a white sock
i gotta big ass g lock make da whole street rock
b+tch it’s my time like a g shock
b+tch if you wasting my time i’m takin ya watch
shoota say give me a date and i’m takin em out
he don even want em no money he want em a reason
he keep em a rocket like trevor ariza
he wipin ya nose give a f+ck if you sneezin
wipin ya nose give a f+ck if u beefin
and we can beat on a b+tch still a say we ain’t see sh+t
bag on his head like a barber i’m droppin da ticket
aye if it ain’t bout da money it don’t even matter
i keep my heat glock 40 i feel like ??
i still a sell you a gram i far from a rapper
the reaper inside a my ear and he doing the most
ian been keepin my distance i’m playin em close
i think my pain mad hatter they turnin da tears
pourin green in my sprite i’m turnin da tears
he play it cool but i’m burning da steel
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