Gucci Mane - Real Dope Boy lyrics

[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]