CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Dope Game

(Rylo) He ain’t sellin no sprite he got coke put down the controller he in da dope game ion trust em I know he a snake peep out a cobra da kind w no veins
Gotta cool cat talm bout marriage I f**ked ha ain’t call ha she ain’t get no rang
I know a n***a that can fight but he broke and I know a hustler who just let da door swang
Pull up PERIOD don’t care bout ya PERIOD THUGGIN‼️
If I hear my name den I’m pullin up HUGGIES‼️
Waited dis long da f**k and dat sh*t ain’t bout nothin
Just like Derrick Henry dis choppa hea Russian
Dior shirt w da collar da car gotta button
Brudda waitin on appeal
I’m waitin on da PILLS‼️
Him on a time release
Perc w da time release
Streets for da lions get atе or you tryna eat
Snakes in da grass I cutted da lawn
Onе Dey ain’t see doe I took em da prom
f**k takin a risk rather take off ya arm
Dey ain’t want me da blow Dey tried take off my bomb
He let off two shots and got hit w a drum
TRYNA SPORT‼️
Lotta dese n***as my sons
STRIP EM FOR IT‼️
It’s cool I’ll play da and ones
CONVICTS‼️
Robbers And Shooters And Foreign’s
Ion need a entourage ion need a bunch a rods to walk round in my city dat sh*t weird
In da rear view seen 12 and I switched gears
I know a booster who move she won’t sit still
I can’t wait I go get it tyreek hill
Last week had a Minaj like meek mill
Ridin round w a carbon no serial
Quarter ticket off a flip phone NO SERIOUS‼️
(Big Yavo)
Shid big Yavo tryna make him a M off a iPhone
Back den they ain’t want me like Mike Jones
Aye da gas I’m havin is stronger den Lysol
I’m tryna see what I’m doing lemme f**k w da lights on
Ain’t straight dat sh*t ugly ima f**k w da lights off
In Chicago w bags so I feel like a white sock
I gotta big ass G Lock make da whole street rock
b*t*h it’s my time like a G shock
b*t*h if you wasting my time I’m takin ya watch
Shoota say give me a date and I’m takin em out
He don even want em no money he want em a reason
He keep em a rocket like Trevor ariza
He wipin ya nose give a f**k if you sneezin
Wipin ya nose give a f**k if u beefin
And we can beat on a b*t*h still a say we ain’t see sh*t
Bag on his head like a barber I’m droppin da ticket
Aye if it ain’t bout da money it don’t even matter
I keep my heat Glock 40 I feel like ??
I still a sell you a gram I far from a rapper
The reaper inside a my ear and he doing the most
Ian been keepin my distance I’m playin em close
I think my pain mad hatter they turnin da tears
Pourin green in my sprite I’m turnin da tears
He play it cool but I’m burning da steel