Dope Boy lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
Grimy slangin' and all that
You know, dope boy sh*t
You know, it's regular
sh*t where the codeine?
I'm tired of these loser n*ggas
That's on my mind

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Your b*tch say she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*gga, ayy
Okay your b*tch she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*ggas

[Verse 1: Bambino]
Got a b*tch famous off of BackPage
She said she want a n*gga counter like money counters
She stay in Miami but she really from Atlanta
Put that forty to that baby, man that baby need a Pamper
Colossal bag, three oh four in a cab
Or in a plane, create a lane
Sent a bird so she came back thirty franklins
Spent twenty-five quick on some gang sh*t
You n*ggas broke, you n*ggas wrecked
You n*ggas don't go in, you n*ggas misses
Got the blower for who got the trippin'
Yeah I'm Muslim but I'm walkin' in these Christians
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Your b*tch say she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*gga, ayy
Okay your b*tch she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*ggas

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
Hmm, okay your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga
She said she tired and fed up with loser n*gga
Broke n*gga, you's a joke, ain't got no mula n*gga
I'm really plug talkin', finessin' in Bermuda n*gga
Cyberbullies, they only tough on the computer n*gga
Don't get your ass caught in traffic by my shooter n*gga
I do this n*gga, I'm not no newcomer
Back to back with the sack, I took the blues from her
Boy stop poppin' it, ain't worried 'bout no opposite
A real dope boy, your n*gga was a broke boy
Ain't got no money in his pocket, your n*gga poor girl
sh*t get real in the field when you's a dope boy, the Plug

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Your b*tch say she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*gga, ayy
Okay your b*tch she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*ggas
[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Hmm, why all these n*ggas talkin' money sh*t?
Straight nerd ass n*ggas, ain't get no money b*tch
Plug talk, finesser, all my cups be lookin' muddy b*tch
Diamonds go bling blaow so it came with oven mitts
n*ggas be on that other sh*t, I'm some other sh*t
Glock forty with a ruler clip, split your medula quick
n*gga go get your gouda stretched, before we use these sticks
She probably want me 'cause I'm young black and rich as sh*t, Plug

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Your b*tch say she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*gga, ayy
Okay your b*tch she want a dope boy, hmm
She say she tired of them broke boys, hmm
Your b*tch she want a cooler n*gga, hmm
She said she tired of them loser n*ggas