Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Dope Boy, artist - Young Scooter.
Date of issue: 09.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Dope Boy |
Real dope boy whip hard chicken with the egg beater |
Bricks stay, boy I’m tripping with the E |
No lettuce in my bank but real monefa |
Smoking up the pound, OG Reefer |
The judge say I got a real dope boy description |
All in the courtroom, on the mud sipping |
8 in the morning, on the molly, liquor tripping |
D boy shit, young nigga double clipping |
On the road, we’re street finessing and juuging, oh |
Gucci prints for all my children, oh |
Big Guwop one dope ass nigga |
Pour mud up and sipped up nigga |
chain, he must be doped up nigga |
I’m no sleep gang, why you even up my nigga |
Unload the truck my nigga, just caught me a duck |
Call up, in New York, trust a dope boy’s script all on my |
I’m a real dope boy, so you know what’s up |
Gucci and Scooter on my side with the U-Haul truck |
We ain’t moving nobody, we bout to move some bucks |
We ain’t moving nobody, bout to move some bucks |
Count up, count up |
Real dope boys, real dope boys |
Black and Migo Gang, Brick Squad, real dope boys |
Real dope boy, real dope boy |
Money, power, ammunition means you a dope boy |
Real dope boy, real dope boy |
Don’t you touch that pot if you can’t whip that dope boy |
Real dope boy, real dope boy |
Never seen a brick, that means you ain’t no dope boy |
26, bought 12 inch rims, if 12 pulls up, let’s do it |
Your dope it jump out the gym but my dope it might break the rim |
We don’t use a fork, you know Spook, he might shake the pot |
Hundred thousand cap and I ain’t have to cook a fucking rock |
Dope boy certified, I put work on any block |
In the trap we satisfied, listen, you could learn a lot |
Killing on the road, road running, I done lost a lot |
I Wiz Khalifa bricks, tailor them, I got remix shop |
You ain’t no dope boy, you ain’t got no dope boy |
My partner Longway a real dope boy |
You claim to be a boss, you a ho boy |
Every day of the year I got dope boy |
I like my dope Peruvian, all my niggas shooting |
I ball but I ain’t hooping, you can call me Mark Cuban |
My earrings is a movie, my watch is filled with rubies |
My niggas stick together, getting this money like we Jewish |
She almost got the ring, but I ain’t finna do it |
I cut her from the team, she had a check, she blew it |
I like my hoes exotic, I like my shoes exclusive |
I’m pouring fours now but I used to pour deuces |
I throw grenades now but I used to shoot Uzis |
I’m lying in a 44, 2 on |
I’m back making old school trap boy music |
It’s Gucci Mane, the schooler, so the work can’t lose it |