Dope Boyz - Dj Kay Slay, French Montana, Project Pat

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Wake up in the morning, got one in the chamber

Life of a hustler, everyday could bring some danger

So many haters hungry, and they full of anger

Acting like they friends, but’ll crush you like a stranger

That’s why I watch my back like a chiropractic

I’m dumb with these Glocks, hit them all for practice

These niggas don’t see me, but believe I’m in this bitch

I’m all over the song, everywhere I leave fingerprints

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys in the trap

I think the feds got our phone tapped

Don’t believe that it’s just rap, I’m still banging, getting niggas clapped

They gon hit the gang with the rico

But they ain’t got no informance

They wanna run all up in niggas' cribs, but they can’t get no warrents

Free the bros in the can

They got extra time for not cooperating

The loyalty we got for each other’s why the trap spot’s still operating

Oh we dope boy fresh

El-chapo is our Michael Jordan

We was trapping hard back then, scorin

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Move till it’s all out

The money, the cars, the jewls, all out

Throw that money all out

Let that ice show sold out

Bitch I mean it

Talk about hold up, let me see that

I roll up like I need that

Your jewlery you can keep that

I drink that hen-rock

I rep that NY

I crack your head whide

It pop like red wine

They gon miss that deadline

My niggas creep up

Me and Slay, street sweeper

I make them bounce, make it count

Tell them niggas keep up

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Boo!

Dope boys in the hood what’s up with it?

Acting like you want it, show me you can get it

I don’t touch shit, but I can make your shit straight, make a phone call to my

homies down in Memphis

Real street shit, I ain’t talking bout rap

Fucking with them niggas, you will get taxed

Get back lil homie, I’m talking big facts

No cap, what you heard a nigga say

You already know dope boys don’t play

Bando making plays

Money cash gang, get the fuck out my face

Dope game my game,

Hit up, give me diamonds, bruh

Cause I dope girl

Boo!

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Head buster, gun toater, pack full of morning chickens

You suckers out here tryna show change, my nigga, Boo gang

This ain’t that, 45 will lay you flat

Nigga try to rush ya boy, so his head received a crack

Purple leaf is in the air

Smell some beefin' in the air

With my niggas with them burners, you can get it anywhere

Talking scared, why you in the street?

Laying in your blood, lay him in the mud, hit your body full of hollo slugs

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys

Dope boys