Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Dope Boy , by - Young Scooter. Release date: 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 |