Dope Game

Jonathan Taylor, Ryan Quincy Adams, Tavis Moore, Yaven Mannie Maulden

(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
(Here's Johnny)

He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke
Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage
But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)
I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke
And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)
Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.
Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

Pull up period, don't care 'bout your period (thuggin')
If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (Huggies)
Waited this long to fuck and that shit wasn't 'bout nothin' (hood)
Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here Russian
Dior shirt with the collar, the car got a button
Brother waitin' on appeal and I'm waitin' on the pills
He ain't doin' time release, play him with the time at least
Streets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eat
Snakes in the grass, I cutted the lawn
One they ain't see though, I took 'em to prom
Fuck takin' a risk, rather take off your arm
They ain't want me to blow, they try take off my bomb
He let off two shots and got hit with a drum
Child support, lot of these niggas my sons
Strip 'em for it, it's cool I'll play that in ones
Convicts, robbers and shooters and foreigns
I don't need a entourage, I don't need a bunch a rods
To walk 'round in my city, that shit weird (that shit weird)
In the 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 ménage like Meek Mill
Ridin' round with a carbon, no serial
Quarter ticket off a flip phone, no seal

He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke
Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage
But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)
I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke
And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)
Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.
Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

Shit, Big Yavo tryna make him a M off a iPhone
Back then, they ain't want me like Mike Jones
The gas I'm havin is stronger than Lysol
I'm tryna see what I'm doin', lemme fuck with the lights on
Ayy scratch, that shit ugly, I'ma fuck with the lights off
In Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sock
I got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rock
Bitch it's my time, like a G-SHOCK
Bitch if you wastin' my time, I'm takin' ya watch
Shooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' 'em out"
He don't even want 'em no money, he want 'em a reason
Keep 'em a rocket like Trevor Ariza
And he wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you sneezin'
Wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you beefin'
Boy he be on the bench, still a say we ain't see shit
Bag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticket
Ayy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matter
I keep my heat, Glock .40, I feel like Hell
I still a sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapper
The reaper inside of my ear, and he doin' the most
I ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' 'em close
I took my pain and hide it, they turn to tears
Pourin' green in my Sprite, I'm turnin' to tears
He play it cool but I'm burnin' the steel

He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke
Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage
But fuck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)
I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke
And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)
Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob
You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard
He keep him a Glock to spin at his job
Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.
Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

Say she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat

Curiosidades sobre a música Dope Game de Big Yavo

Quando a música “Dope Game” foi lançada por Big Yavo?
A música Dope Game foi lançada em 2021, no álbum “Dope Game”.
De quem é a composição da música “Dope Game” de Big Yavo?
A música “Dope Game” de Big Yavo foi composta por Jonathan Taylor, Ryan Quincy Adams, Tavis Moore, Yaven Mannie Maulden.

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