Soulja Boy - Dop Boy lyrics

rate me

Dop boy, dop boy, dop boy, dop boy,

Real shit, I’m in this bitch

Stacks on deck, young & flexin we in this shit

Bought a quarter meter, bought a quarter pound

Man it’s going up, man it’s going down

Free me niggas out that fucking cell

I’m on the block, bitch I’m going ham

I done always going back, yeah

Man you know I’m going for sale

Smoking on this dope like a motherfucker

Rolling up this dope like a motherfucker

My niggas really with the shit they kill you suckers

Sod we really with the kill you suckers

Flexin hard, in my drop top,

Pull up to the club, gold chains on my laptop

Got them bad hoes, they came straight from the club

We straight came to the penthouse and we threw some dubs

Bitch I’m cashing out to the bank, big choppa, put it to your face

Soulja Boy, live and I’ll drink…flip my pain, god damn I do

When I pull up in mu coup, 22’s on my …whoa

It’s going up, going up, it’s going up, going up

It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up

It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up

It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up

It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up

Pull up flexin, everybody know a young nigga out here stunting

So much motherfucking money, tattered and savage

Steadily swagging, packing, hacking, blasting for action, packing.