Draft - DOPE lyrics

[Verse 1: Vrikie] Avid stoner, alcoholic. Big screen no Panasonic Just keep rolling the camera darn it, while I run this b**h like a hamster on it My goodness, my goodness. Keep spitting that good sh** While you play about, staying out, we're laying out this blue print Ahoy, amen, true that. What's wrong mother f**er, you mad? Cause I'm with a b**h flyer than a toucan, and she looks so good she makes me look bad And she even got pretty girls next to her, and her ex is like nothing but dead to her And she ask why I'm looking like s** to her. Well f** it, I simply said to her I woke up like this. Swag on lock so I'm stuck like this Stay with the juice in the cup like this. Nobody ever never gave a f** like this, no b**hes they come they go. Ho told me she in-love, I ain't slow Hit and run, then I gotta lay low. Ass in my hands like it's play dough Woah! She got a bubble like she's bong water p**y so hot, I need tongs for her I need oven mitts. And I get her baked Still need oven mitts. f** my government [Hook: Vrikie] I might touch her, but I'll never judge her I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er Smooth operator, Mr. Lover Lover Real n***a, dope mother f**er On that indi, til' it k**s me Put me six feet, pleading guilty And I stand out, I'm no undercover I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er [Verse 2: Draft] I been scheming on the low don't ask me what's up Don't ask me what's up (ohhh) I been waiting on my chance for me to re-up Lets just hope i re-up (ohhh) Put all this work into my story hope they listen I just hope they listen (huh) Name's Draft and i don't say that for no reason I don't plan on leaving Ball and chain, I ain't going nowhere, shackle down for wat i stand for Street n***a bleed concrete, dog a b**h on all four But that ain't wat i came to talk about You need to know that i'm so much more I'll let it reach you by word of mouth Mastermind at this art of war, war I been grinding on the low don't ask me wats up, don't ask me wats up (nooo) I hear them talking but they ain't saying nothing, no they ain't saying nothing (ohhh) [Hook: Vrikie] I might touch her, but I'll never judge her I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er Smooth operator, Mr. Lover Lover Real n***a, dope mother f**er On that indi, til' it k**s me Put me six feet, pleading guilty And I stand out, I'm no undercover I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er [Verse 3: Broken Life] Let a white boy come & snap with a little bit of Kirko Bangz Swear my flow a torch, swear her p**y flame Homie said get oven mitts, a** fatter than Minaj Got instaframe just to create a nude collage (whoop! whoop!) sh** is dope, got em praying like the pope Broken Life to end this sh**, then it's off to scoop your b**h DTP is dead I'm still living ludacris Now let the beast out so I can slow stroke a bit One for the money, Imma hoard it all b**hes called me a player so I left em all to ball Triple double with these chicks like Russell Westbrook Loving nerdy chicks so I guess I'm f**ing nooks This stream to the fullest stay off that bullsh** So many moves being made I'm clueless But we some dope muh f**ers with some dope muh f**ers They already know [Hook: Vrikie] I might touch her, but I'll never judge her I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er Smooth operator, Mr. Lover Lover Real n***a, dope mother f**er On that indi, til' it k**s me Put me six feet, pleading guilty And I stand out, I'm no undercover I'm a real n***a, dope mother f**er