Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope In My Styrofoam, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 18.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dope In My Styrofoam |
| Say, bitch don’t get too comfortable |
| Say, bitch don’t get too comfortable |
| Bitch, don’t get too comfortable |
| Never let a bitch get too comfortable |
| Bitch don’t get too comfortable |
| It’s mister ho-breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker |
| Straight hopped up out the coupe, high off that juice, I’m no stranger to this |
| Getting lit, getting blowed, Dayton wires dipped in gold |
| Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center, two centerfolds |
| 'Bout to go too deep, I ain’t fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months |
| And ripping pineapple fanta, fired up two blunts |
| And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm |
| Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smoking on? |
| Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I keep a Xan pack |
| Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at |
| Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I stuff them grams fat |
| Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check I’m about to cash that |
| Said I’m just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man |
| Said I’m just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man |
| Just scooped my blood bitch in a blue brougham |
| Leather feel so soft, these hoes like riding with no shoes on |
| Pineapple and purple the potion, I’m on that candy sip |
| All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch |
| One more nigga on the run with the yellow |
| Ho fine as fuck, from De Janeiro, but she play with her nose though |
| And I ain’t mad at her, because I stay with my medicine |
| Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage |
| Pour up on that ice, hit the lights, on some moody shit |
| Bitches, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie shit |
| Other people’s pussy, still keep a whole lot of it |
| Gold pack in my wallet, with about a seventh of dope in my pocket |
| Getting blowed |
| Like when you feeling good, cause bitch I feel so right |
| Like moving out my body, purple paint and fanta got me tight |
| I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside |
| Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch we don’t play around |
| I’m |
| How you stay focused and function, bitch we gon' blaze a pound |
| So when the last time you heard that, yeah we really made for this |
| So go and send the word back |
| Right about now, time to tally up a staple |
| Got them ready, willing, able |
| Molly-popping, make 'em get down on the floor with the business |
| And they live for the getting it |
| Player, out here with it, and that’s me |
| The real player with a G |