dope on me lyrics

[Intro]
ARE YOU f*ckING KIDDING ME─ (Fhhh, bheep!)

[Chorus]
I got the dope on me, I got the hoes tryna f*ck on me
I'm at the maybach keep it lowkey, S-Suicide doors cause the cup OD
Came in swag out racks on me
Number (N)ine jeans 09 03
I f*ck the b*tch ain't feel nothing
I-I flip the truck ain't feel nothing
I feel the cup tryna f*ck up my spleen
I feel the hoe tryna join my team
Got double C, Louis my jeans
Come out the scene get caught in the crime, I─ beat up the box just like creed told the pilot to jump on the jet and then take me to─ (Yeah, yo)
I know you see how I jumped on the charts you can hate on me now but Lil boy I didn't touch ya
Maybach cut down the 405
T-Two model hoes suck my di*k tongue tied
Geeked out my mind I'm so chicken I'm fried
I go to noble get higher then high (Higher then high)
Huh, you got a problem with me then let's die
I see no evil like it's a third eye
Money so long money straight to Dubai (oh, oh)
Money so long it'd a fit in a box
b*tch try to come inside, know she get cropped
You can get knocked off the frame and then put on the block
I just─, I never could trust
My body so fly, my mind say "what is up"
I'm smokin on exotic dope real runtz
I'm puttin a whole lotta duff in a blunt
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah