Say it’s hard to be a dope boy always looking over your shoulder Durkin a run from the feds and these snitches and jack boys why because we stacking paper boy on this cost we making Nose. O Say the dope game cold this snitching shit getting old Fuck the feds I’m going to grind because I’m bold I know some wicked shit but I ain’t never told Put me in a cell bitch and I will never fold pussy ass niggas got the game fucked up Hollow points on his head ready to ripe his ass up some many niggas say they a dope boy but why they riding around in these cop cars See me I’m going to keep it real and let the pussy Niggas know how real nigga feel the game ain’t to be sold it to be told Back in the days we used to sale clucks Them bitches was bigger then your motherfucking knuckles No water whip No stepped on no Baking soda straight drop got The fin’s Running around like a zombie on the block Here come one time Man fuck the cops bitch I’ll make a money Straight fishscale straight drop Pure cocaine came straight from Puerto Rico you heard what my Nigga gates said Ripping them up tighter Than burrito’s back to the block and cut them up like I’m Domino’s making so much money Only the plug knows Half a brick whole brick yay come in through Moss point every fucking day we from the cost’s bitch no we don’t play all about that paper we getting it everyday