Good Dope - Marlo, Gunna

Got a nigga stackin' caps

I’m servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog

Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog

You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log

And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw

Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down

He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now

Fuck boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out

Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in, took the cash route

And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag

You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass

And I was just sippin' on Act

Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match

Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached

And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap

When the trap came, nigga got work in the map

And don’t talk on phones, nigga workin' that tap

Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab

Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap

Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a nigga relapsed

Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat

I don’t love a ho, I can never get attached

Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back

Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack

Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked

All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag

Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag

Pull up in your hood nigga, I don’t need a pass

All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad

Robbed a lil nigga, ain’t have to use mags

Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash

Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad

Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash

Got a nigga stackin' caps

I’m servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog

Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog

You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log

And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw

Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down

He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now

Fuck boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out

Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in, took the cash route