Dope 2 Ya lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Intro]
That type sh*t in the background, I know you got that Chauncey, right?
ATL Jacob
Man this cocaine done brought my career back
Ah Cash, you crazy n*gga
That boy Cassius

[Chorus]
I been sellin' dope to your daddy
I been pushin' molly on your mama
I just throwed a brick at your sister n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Keep f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Ain't pullin' up nowhere without my draco n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma

[Verse 1]
I got a life sentence inside this Louis bag n*gga
Ain't got no licenses, I'm ridin' with that bag n*gga
Showed up with squares and I bought everything they had n*gga
Jumped in that Rari with that raw and did the dash n*gga
Cut that vacuum seal, make sure that pack is real
We don't have to steal, we might have to kill
I ziploc it up, I drop top it up
We are not in love, I taught her how to rock it up
I wear Nordstrom on these n*ggas, made 'em shop with us
I bought Porsches on these n*ggas, made 'em stock it up
b*tch I'm bossin' up, I done lost enough
I'm just saucin' up, I'm Rick Ross-in' up, trap
[Chorus]
I been sellin' dope to your daddy
I been pushin' molly on your mama
I just throwed a brick at your sister n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Keep f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Ain't pullin' up nowhere without my draco n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma

[Verse 2]
Wrist froze, thirty six O's
Let them bricks go, let that sh*t show
What they hit for? I say what they hit for?
Your baby mama counted you out, then let that b*tch know
Rose gold, Cartiers on all my hoes
We on the road, cocaine stashed in all the doors
Sosa, servin' in my Gucci loafers
I do it for the culture, turn my eggs into a vulture
Rolls Royce Wraith, feel like Tay-K doin' the race
Trap, trap, re-up, all this sh*t goin' in my safe
These n*ggas want H, man some fakes
They had to let my plug go, they had no case

[Chorus]
I been sellin' dope to your daddy
I been pushin' molly on your mama
I just throwed a brick at your sister n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Keep f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
Ain't pullin' up nowhere without my draco n*gga
I'm f*ckin' it up, comma after comma
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