Dave East

Dave East - That Dope lyrics

rate me

Dropped out of my last school, they cash rule and I'm getting paid

they give me three hundred, 4 hoes on, couple bitches I'm getting late,

this for all of them mornings, we was up early trapping they didn't rate

hand in hand with a couple diams, taking flight can't seat and wait,

got tattoos at your bitch love, threw a Porsche in the strip club,

no remorse we pitch drugs, you got no power need to get plugged

big revolve that spits slugs, don't five shots at your bitch mug

just to let her that we're not playin' we gang bang and get picked up

be cases with a good lawyer, drop the bag with his new office,

on the train like every day, cause service now I'm do walking

already know how the beef go, new approach being I'm do talking

you was thinking and getting new Jordans

now you mother picking now the new causing

you hesitating I'm all loud, I'ma ball loud with this bank roll

tone..if I taste cope, kill them niggas then change clothes

deal the shit in the range roll, came my long way from a digi scale,

spend whole the nights up in the sale, this for my niggas not getting bale.

2 x Hook:

I'm pouring up and we smoked out, all day bitch we stay lit,

Outside with that dope, in the kitchen whipping like caking mix,

blue vence and they jump out, they snatch you up don't say shit,

money not in your conversation, what you're talking don't make sense.

I waked up and I make cash, don't chop it up with my A rats,

they talking 'bout oil money that's long money your face met

A lot of niggas don't like me, it's all good 'cause they bitch do

no more fightings got pistols, but I'm dangerous with these fist too

Dope boy with a mean flow, got OG for the real slow

taking off not coming back, got a bitch sucking me real slow,

on the north side, you know the hard part

I play feel me a little dough, so disrespectful but f*ck it,

Catch up you're looking like must it, you won't never catch me and truck fit

all the fifty bottles and f*ck it, blew mean ..in green house

tims all black I'm so holum,

these niggas don't want no problems, different colour tops I'm so..

2 x Hook:

I'm pouring up and we smoked out, all day bitch we stay lit,

Outside with that dope, in the kitchen whipping like caking mix,

blue vence and they jump out, they snatch you up don't say shit,

money not in your conversation, what you're talking don't make sense.

My game stuntin' getting money that ain't nothing

lane frontin' mad 'cause we them niggas they damn wanting

riding by in that gold, y'all try I'ma split that toast,

never ride ain't mafia, 'cause yeah Ghaza never get that close

Heart fellow, young niggas is marsh fellows soft and sweet

Buy shots from across the street, just cope that Porsche and G

changing lanes, slanging came, been doing this since day to day

gorrilas with this rap shit, why y'all niggas orangutans

swing and bang like I'm from Texas, diamond necklace I'm respected

industries, when this beef, spit the heat yeah I'm on my deathless street niggas

now I'm a rapper got some goons in my.. that's .. and will slap you

run down and then clap you I got a main shorty,

plus the chain gorty, f*ck these niggas and get money with the game taught me

I'm A Mafia, cold in freezing ice, grow with G's then ..

who don't believe in Christ?

2 x Hook:

I'm pouring up and we smoked out, all day bitch we stay lit,

Outside with that dope, in the kitchen whipping like caking mix,

blue vence and they jump out, they snatch you up don't say shit,

money not in your conversation, what you're talking don't make sense.

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