Good Dope Sell Itself ft. WoDini, Yaeskii & Melo Counts Lyrics

Yeah

Good dope sell itself still put it on the scale

Pack in the mail

Gotta elbow through zelle

We got pounds in the trash bag

Glocks in the nap sack

Hoes in my trap phone

I'll put a bitch through hell

Put the bitch through hell

Fuck her good she send me zelle

Work it came from Cali I'm impatient waiting mail

The clothes you can't afford so don't be asking where I got it

And the landlord be mad say I'm smelling like exotic

And my brother he don't tax me but I make sure he got profit

And I stop up at the hood spots put jerk up on my lobster

And I hope somebody try me I ain't lacking I got glockie

Just punched another move it got me feeling like I'm Rocky

Don Juan drunk as hell I'm still riding with my choppy

I'll X a nigga before I let a nigga cross me

I remember broke as hell then I went and bought a trappy

Lil bitch ask me if I love her

If I did wouldn't have to ask me

They like Yaeski where you been

Nigga chasing paper prolly

I still get it how I can

Shit I still get it how I live

Really came from boys to men, now the end of the road

I tell lil bro not to come home til every gram you got sold

Bro gone spend this block and make it rain just like Lamar

Tryna put my boys in position to win just like Lavar

New GT out in the street this ain't yo average type of car

Told my pops I want the dollars

Ion wanna be a star

Got that curry in this gen 5

It's gone hit you from afar

My last hoe had a simple mind

It's safe to say I raised the bar

When I step up to mic

Feel like tiger stepping up to par

Been the greatest of my time and bitch that's clear to see by far

I went to Vegas for some paper call the shots like Derek Carr

Looking for a bitch to rub in grandma wishes like Jafar