Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Fein Friday , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dope Fein Friday |
| Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G beat |
| Shit |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, man you know what the fuck goin' on |
| S560 with reclining seats in the back |
| F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back |
| Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask |
| Ty-hm-fi-da-what? |
| Where my heat at? |
| Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce |
| We just drunk a ten |
| Lil' bitch had a good ____, I wanna fuck again |
| Rap got me out the dope game, but I’m stuck again |
| Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again |
| Have you ever seen me out in public, with less than ten on me? |
| Have you ever seen me out in public, without FN on me? |
| You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off, shit get real, don’t it? |
| Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it |
| I can’t wait until we get the drop |
| I can’t wait 'til we find them niggas block, I’m buyin' a crib on it |
| Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin' |
| Before the E.D.D. |
| shit came around, I had a real hundred |
| Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it |
| I act mean to my dope fiends, I’m a drill sergeant |
| I’m feeling kinda sick, I need a head doctor |
| If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red, probably |
| Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead, probably |
| I was buyin' act two for twenty-five, wearing Ed Hardy |
| Four-five make you move around, alright |
| Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted |
| ____ with Mike last year and made a mill, and I just started |
| Jump out on 'em with a-- okay, damn he just sharted |
| I don’t think his car gon' go in drive no more, 'cause I just parked it |
| Cougar bitch 'cross the street was tryna fuck, she look like Ms. Parker |
| Joggin' pants full, fifty racks in 'em |
| Moncler bubble on, with a strap in it |
| Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches |
| Hit him in the chest with the K, he just back-flipped it |
| You can’t rap about the drank, you ain’t an act sipper |
| Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer |
| We can’t be fuckin' for that long, I’m a fat nigga |
| You will never see me wit' a fitted on, 'cause I don’t cap |
| We all talkin' 'bout the same shit, but I rap different |
| Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it |
| I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it |
| I hope this bitch getting set to play, 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me |
| The nigga that I’m wit' throw bricks, I got Shaq wit' me |
| Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five) |
| I be at the liquor store, in the back, chillin' |
| My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing |
| Lil' bitch won’t she the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin |
| Trendsetter, think im finna put forty pointers in a ______ |
| And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain |
| Baby, I ain’t pop no percs before we fuck, gimme six minutes |
| Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G Beat |