TYGA - Dope feat. Rick Ross lyrics

rate me

T raw rock my own kick game

8 figure deal how I’m courtside at clips game

Still pop ace king shit I’m with rose

Black maybach leather gloves on that oj

Ok the day you beating me bitch no day

Bands a make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay

Ak get a full clip not a soundwave

You kissed her in the nouth, ask her how my dick taste

Bitch nigga you don’t want no drama I’m worth a couple commas

It’s death before dishonor

Last king come sign up all my shit be designer

Extraordinary rhymer I bodied your shit for nothin

Wes, west up, hot temper

Got wet up she give me head not neck up

She clean the mess up

One false move death from gesture

Cash in the safe I don’t feel no pressure

[Hook]

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes

Shit, 8’s on the rock with hermens on the hustle

Crown on the watch got a nigga still thuggin

87 on the crib so fuck it

Went gold in a month so it ain’t no budget

New chains, rolex links, new chick just drag my mink

New car just to ride around here

Aviator crew we fliest roun here

Hatin on hood niggas dying round here

Bath salt boss, got insurance on the beard

Cars rockstar dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but it’s back to these broads

Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium

Million dollar chain but I’m rockin 8 of em

I see you sleepin boy don’t make me pick your label up

Scottie pippen on the dribble I just laid em up

Another triple got me trippin like it’s angel dust

We just winnin all the women in my table ah

Say ma name, say my name nigga say my name

100 million dollar name nigga say my name

[Hook]

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes

Chief rocker, pill popper

Tell em pull em things out cause my car topless

Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly, that’s the na shit

King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin

We takin your dollars crewlow no white collar

I pop a wish a nigga would call tomas

Bitch I’m the bomb call me the unabomber

Money in my game I’m drivin shit that’s insane

You niggas stay in your lane no plain ain’t nothin changed

Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine

Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga t raw

[Hook]

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes

I’m dope, all my shit dope

All my shit dope

Cause it’s 187 how I’m killin these hoes.