[Verse 1 – PeeWee Longway:]
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 sh**, young n***a double clipping
On the road, we’re street finessing and juuging, oh
Gucci prints for all my children, oh
Big Guwop one dope a** n***a
Pour mud up and sipped up n***a
[?] chain, he must be doped up n***a
I’m no sleep gang, why you even up my n***a
Unload the truck my n***a, 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
[Hook – Young Scooter:]
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
[Verse 2 – Young Scooter]
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 f**ing rock
Dope boy certified, I put work on any block
In the trap we satisfied, listen, you could learn a lot
k**ing 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Gucci Mane:]
I like my dope Peruvian, all my n***as 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 n***as 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
[Hook]