Lyrics of Dope 2 - Emis Killa, 6ix9ine, PashaPG

Dope 2 (original)

Sono in strada che piscio all’una di notte sopra sta clèr
Sono in giro con malandrini, puttane e facce da SerT
Al mio collo solo oro giallo perché è il colore del grano
Per l’Italia un alieno, lascio cerchi nel grano
Ho rispetto della mia gente a Milano come giù a Brooklyn
Questi bianchi fanno gli Yankee, per loro questo flow è Putin
Auto dalla Germania, moda italiana, tipa latina
Fai lo scemo coi miei, ti cadono I denti tipo fatina
Dentro I pezzi fai il macho, solo menzogne (solo menzogne)
No tu fra', tu stai bene a Uomini e Donne
Vita cruda, ma con più pregi che contro
Dio mi ignora, ma ho un po' di K sul conto
No, non mi è ancora scesa, parlo a rilento, guido veloce
Un’istituzione come la Chiesa, quando mi vedi fatti la croce (amen)
Questo sole ci cuoce, questa pioggia ci spegne
Non alzare la voce, fra', la strada ci sente
Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l’hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope
Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don’t want it!
Supposed to be nice, I don’t joke at all
Shottie got a two, and it’s busting off
I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Look to a trip, turn 'em all
Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga
We don’t miss lil' nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Ride on God and my chick gon' get ya
One in your head, you in your bed
We in your crib, you X’d out
Two in your head, your boot in your bed
Don’t wanna touch this wet blouse
Talk to the feds, I call up cadet
I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Always in depth, I go get home
I go in the trunk, get them TECs out
Touch down to NYC
Made it back from Italy
They bitches be feeling me
Bet they gonna remember me
Jump in my coupe
You already know it’s AMG
Back on my bullshit
Got a lot energy
I don’t care what they say
'Cause you know I’m dope
I been selling flow
Like in the 80's moving coke
Shorty said she like my swag and she like my flow
And tonight she would love to try my whoo, bitch
Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l’hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope
So we gotta let 'em know what’s up
They already know what’s up

(translation)

I am in the street pissing at one in the morning above clèr
I'm hanging around with rogues, whores and SerT faces
Only yellow gold around my neck because it is the color of wheat
For Italy an alien, I leave crop circles
I respect my people in Milan as well as down in Brooklyn
These whites are the Yankees, for them this flow is Putin
Cars from Germany, Italian fashion, Latin type
You fool with mine, your teeth fall out like fairy
Inside the pieces you are macho, only lies (only lies)
No you bro, you are good for Men and Women
Raw life, but with more advantages than against
God ignores me, but I have some K on the bill
No, I haven't gotten off yet, I speak slowly, I drive fast
An institution like the Church, when you see me cross yourself (amen)
This sun cooks us, this rain turns us off
Don't raise your voice, bro, the street hears us
I'm here and I'm still breathing this smog
There is hood in this room, it looks like a slot room
I don't look in the mirror anymore, I don't know what my face is anymore
Rather than hip-hop I should have done rock
Because this life is dope (dope)
This girl is dope (dope)
Her friend is dope
You speak and do not connect because this weeda is dope
Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don't want it!
Supposed to be nice, I don't joke at all
Shottie got a two, and it's busting off
I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Look to a trip, turn 'em all
Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga
We don't miss lil 'nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Ride on God and my chick gon 'get ya
One in your head, you in your bed
We in your crib, you X’d out
Two in your head, your boot in your bed
Don't wanna touch this wet blouse
Talk to the feds, I call up cadet
I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Always in depth, I go get home
I go in the trunk, get them TECs out
Touch down to NYC
Made it back from Italy
They bitches be feeling me
Bet they gonna remember me
Jump in my coupe
You already know it's AMG
Back on my bullshit
Got a lot energy
I don't care what they say
'Cause you know I'm dope
I been selling flow
Like in the 80's moving coke
Shorty said she like my swag and she like my flow
And tonight she would love to try my whoo, bitch
I'm here and I'm still breathing this smog
There is hood in this room, it looks like a slot room
I don't look in the mirror anymore, I don't know what my face is anymore
Rather than hip-hop I should have done rock
Because this life is dope (dope)
This girl is dope (dope)
Her friend is dope
You speak and do not connect because this weeda is dope
So we gotta let 'em know what’s up
They already know what's up