Dope Fein Friday

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Shit

Ghetto Boyz shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on

S560 with reclining seats in the back

F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back

Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask

Say you finna do what? Where my heat at?

Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, we just drunk a ten

Lil' bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again

Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again

Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again

Have you ever seen me out in public with less than ten on me?

Have you ever seen me out in public without FN on me?

You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off? Shit get real, don't it?

Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it

I can't wait until we get the drop

I can't wait until we find them niggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it

Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'

Before that EDD shit came around, I had a real hundred

Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it

I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant

I'm feeling kind of sick, I need a head doctor

If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red probably

Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead probably

I was buyin' Act' two for twenty-five wearing Ed Hardy

Four-five make you move around— alright

Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted

Picked up the mic last year and made a million and I just started

Jump out on 'em with an old K, damn, he just sharted

I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more 'cause I just parked it

Cougar bitch across the street was tryna fuck, she look like Miss Parker

Jogging pants full, fifty racks in 'em

Moncler bubble on with a strap in it

Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches

Hit him in the chest with the K, he just backflipped it

You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an Act' sipper

Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer

We can't be fuckin' for that long, I'm a fat nigga

You would never see me with a fitted on 'cause I don't cap, nigga

We all talking 'bout the same shit, but I rap different

Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it

I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it

I hope this bitch getting set to play 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me

The nigga that I'm with throw bricks, I got Shaq with me

Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)

I be at the liquor store, in the back chillin'

My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing

Lil' bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin

Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President

And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain

Baby, I ain't pop no Percs before we fuck, give me six minutes

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)