[Intro-Gucci Mane] (Zaytoven) Dope boys Dope boys stand up Zaytoven [Chorus-Gucci Mane] Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys [Verse 1-Project Pat] I been hustling since a little n***a Came up with some hood n***as I done met a lot of f** boys, done lost some good n***as Money never make a man, but it'll make a man pull the trigger Your best friend turn to snitch n***a You can't reason with a f** n***a You sweet boy, tryna play hard Went and bought some new sticks, 30 rounds in AR's Racked up, blow a lot of paper Foreign cars make a b**h wet Jewels like I'm Dipset Brick of Yeezy, that's some quick yay My migo, he a gangsta, I call him hombre Sauced up, I'm a wave god Blocked up like the Trap God Snitch n***a, you a b**h n***a, load up, I'mma play ya'll [Chorus-Gucci Mane] Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys [Verse 2-Gucci Mane] I pay a penny for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt Don't blame me, it's the cash fault I throw rocks from a gla** house A trap house, a stash house Rob your block, take the mask off I don't need a hand out, but I might cut your hand off I'm so Marilyn Manson I'm so heinously handsome I'm more dangerous than famous, I'll take your grandson for ransom I might live a vamp life That lady in the tramp My b**h sleep all day, gold fangs like a vampire Them n***as might find it odd, I wear my shades in the dark And when I say I'm a god I still have faith in the lord Know the Tonka's a sport Be careful what you record These men act like boys, they scared to cut off the cord [Chorus-Gucci Mane] Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys Dope boys, dope boys, dope boys, dope boys