Dope Man Lyrics

I'll never short you on a sack unless I don't like you

You talk to the feds, it don't take much to wipe you

Call my demons up, they all wanna fight you

I got good supply, if you need drugs I can front you

Dope man, running game, been here in it ain't shit changed

You can suck my dangalang, if you thinking that I'm playing

If you think that I'm not saying some motherfucking true facts

I got top shelf weed, and I buy it by the big bags

And I fucking love that feeling being known

I walk up in the spot, money on me ain't a clone

Or an imitating motherfucker can be this boy, no

I'm so fucking dope, man, had to put it in a song

And I'm flipping dope man, don't even get me wrong

I've been making money off of flipping the green strong

What you need I got it, if you short might even loan

But only if there's trust, don't even try and run

Connections everywhere, yeah these hills be having eyes

I don't play about my money, so you better bring it right

If you try and short me, ain't safe to sleep at night,

I'll find you where you're at, leave the building fucking fried

I'll never short you on a sack, unless I don't like you

You talk to the feds, it don't take much to wipe you

Call my demons up, they all wanna fight you

I got good supply, if you need drugs I can front you

What you need, drugs? Ha, buddy you a tweaker

Smelling like a pig, ain't slick about it either

I won't sell to you with that wire in your sneaker

Approach me on the street, and I'll break your fucking femur

If we cool, and you need goods, that ain't a problem

I won't sell to strangers, I don't trust them, I don't want them

Knowing my business, smoking my 'Juana

Telling friends about me, I don't know them, I don't want them

I'll never short you on a sack, unless I don't like you

You talk to the feds, it don't take much to wipe you

Call my demons up, they all wanna fight you

I got good supply, if you need drugs I can front you

What you need, drugs? Ha, buddy you a tweaker

Smelling like a pig, ain't slick about it either

I won't sell to you with that wire in your sneaker

Approach me on the street, and I'll break your fucking femur

If we cool, and you need goods, that ain't a problem

I won't sell to strangers, I don't trust them, I don't want them

Knowing my business, smoking my 'Juana

Telling friends about me, I don't know them, I don't want them

I'll never short you on a sack, unless I don't like you

You talk to the feds, it don't take much to wipe you

Call my demons up, they all wanna fight you

I got good supply, if you need drugs I can front you