Dope Boyz Lyrics - I'm Serious - T.i.

[T.I. talking] 

Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty 

Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45 

Well shit what you need shawty 

Ay these these bd's right here shawty 

Ay this that this that noyd too shawty 

You can't get no better than this right here 

Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then 

[Verse 1] 

A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times 

The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 

Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes 

Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind 

Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind 

Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) 

It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead 

It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared 

I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads 

The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead 

Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell 

Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale 

Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty 

Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty 

Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp 

Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp 

For the... 

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[Hook] 

Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga 

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga 

I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga 

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga 

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga 

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga 

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga 

This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga 

[Verse 2] 

Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah 

Nigga want that weight got it for the high high 

You can't even supply the package I buy 

I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry 

Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes 

Buy my own blow so the profits all mine 

How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind 

Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind 

C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine 

Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine 

Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac 

Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back 

Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack 

Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back 

I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more 

Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow 

Getting do' fo' sure 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard 

Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb 

Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living 

If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it? 

What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down? 

If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round 

Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound 

Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down 

37's ki's in da grill of the broam 

Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes 

All most gone ain't got but four mo' 

Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow 

Nothing left for you but to count my do' 

Just something else to do while I blow my dro' 

350k what I paid for the shit 

Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks 

Getting rich in this bitch 

[HooK: 2x] 

(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!) 

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL 

From the SWATS on Campbelton Road 

on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand 

On over to Candler Road 

Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur 

Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty 

Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low 

I'm coming to get some 

Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty 

Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good 

On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there