Dope Lyrics - King Lil G

Bitch, I'm dope, way too dope 

I'm talking 'bout a motherfucker had to sell dope 

I had to chase dreams, I was in the ghetto 

With a tattoo artist and a few extendos 

I had to make moves, it was confidential 

Bring the drama to your ass like we banging Death Row 

My bros both started in the west side 

With an alpine bumping all the bass lines 

I snuck out my house way before the bed time 

With the goons in the G ride on the test drive 

Guns in the stash, who the fuck wanna trip? 

I fuck with your hoes, but don't fuck with my clique 

Murder your style, we smoke loud in this bitch 

Gang unit pulled me over when they seen us in the whip 

Gang unit pulled us over when they seen us in the whip 

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I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope 

I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope 

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love 

I keep on getting faded 

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love 

That's how we do it in LA 

I got a forty on my waist, MAC in the safe 

Thirty in the clip like back in the day 

Grind till we shine, stacking the safe 

Act like a bitch, you get slapped in your face 

Money man bleed the block till its said and done 

Fuck his word, don't compare this till his credit run 

Said he's trying to get some birds out, who's selling some? 

Am I fucking with it? No, I never know 

Always talking on the plane to get the cheddar hun 

Drinking all the statin, lean I got a belly, huh? 

That's my nigga Jay Rock, he can tell you how 

I'll be in the back of that back just watching belly, huh? 

With my feet up, drunk on like a litre 

Hello, nice to meet you, you should be my señorita 

Mamamia, how we went to sit up? 

And that pussy getting beat up 

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I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope 

I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope 

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love 

I keep on getting faded 

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love 

That's how we do in LA