Takeoff - Dope In My Sock lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro] I got it, got it ... Huh Yo, yo [Hook: Quavo] Young n***a flying pigeons all over the sea Wrist game got my arm strong, Hercules Got the molly in the jar look like Dippin' Dots Hannah gettin' money I got work call it Chris Rock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock [Verse 1: Quavo] I got the dope, hit her one time and I bet you gon' choke Trying to take my dope my n***a I'm coming to hang you on rope Feeling like Slick the Ruler Versace my shirt I love Medusa Can't get in contact with my plug So I'm taking a flight to Bermuda I got the dope Whipping and whipping the brick my arm gets sore Drop a hundred bands off to my momma n***a Just to make sure everything kosher Hit a n***a a** with the Ropa Dope Cause I see these n***as getting tired You run out of bullets my n***a gon' get you BOW GRAHH n***a it's a homicide Gone! [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 2: Takeoff] I put the dope in my sock, I put the dope on the block, I'm f**ing your ho OJ I'm trapping at Texaco, n***a talk sh**, but he buyin' my dope Breaking these pigeons off chickens, serving the junk's chicken tenders Finessed the plug for a bag of work and I'm glad I didn't ate 'fo dinner I know some lions some bears some tigers hyenas and even gorillas My j**eler he call it can cooler it'll buy me shivers My boss credentials got these b**hes callin' me king in front of their mister You get the picture? Don't get it twisted I'm not a DJ but I will remix ya [Hook: Quavo]