Real Dope Boy (feat. PeeWee Longway & Young Scooter)

Real dope boy whip hard chicken with the egg beater

Bricks stay [?], boy I'm tripping with the E

No lettuce in my bank but real monefa

Smoking up the pound, OG Reefer

The judge say I got a real dope boy description

All in the courtroom, on the mud sipping

8 in the morning, on the molly, liquor tripping

D boy shit, young nigga double clipping

On the road, we're street finessing and juuging, oh

Gucci prints for all my children, oh

Big Guwop one dope ass nigga

Pour mud up and sipped up nigga

[?] chain, he must be doped up nigga

I'm no sleep gang, why you even up my nigga

Unload the truck my nigga, just caught me a duck

Call up, in New York, trust a dope boy's script all on my [?]

I'm a real dope boy, so you know what's up

Gucci and Scooter on my side with the U-Haul truck

We ain't moving nobody, we bout to move some bucks

We ain't moving nobody, bout to move some bucks

Count up, count up

Real dope boys, real dope boys

Black and Migo Gang, Brick Squad, real dope boys

Real dope boy, real dope boy

Money, power, ammunition means you a dope boy

Real dope boy, real dope boy

Don't you touch that pot if you can't whip that dope boy

Real dope boy, real dope boy

Never seen a brick, that means you ain't no dope boy

26, bought 12 inch rims, if 12 pulls up, let's do it

Your dope it jump out the gym but my dope it might break the rim

We don't use a fork, you know Spook, he might shake the pot

Hundred thousand cap and I ain't have to cook a fucking rock

Dope boy certified, I put work on any block

In the trap we satisfied, listen, you could learn a lot

Killing on the road, road running, I done lost a lot

I Wiz Khalifa bricks, tailor them, I got remix shop

You ain't no dope boy, you ain't got no dope boy

My partner Longway a real dope boy

You claim to be a boss, you a ho boy

Every day of the year I got dope boy

I like my dope Peruvian, all my niggas shooting

I ball but I ain't hooping, you can call me Mark Cuban

My earrings is a movie, my watch is filled with rubies

My niggas stick together, getting this money like we Jewish

She almost got the ring, but I ain't finna do it

I cut her from the team, she had a check, she blew it

I like my hoes exotic, I like my shoes exclusive

I'm pouring fours now but I used to pour deuces

I throw grenades now but I used to shoot Uzis

I'm lying in a 44, 2 on [?]

I'm back making old school trap boy music

It's Gucci Mane, the schooler, so the work can't lose it