Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz, G.I. Fleezy - Dope In My Styrofoam lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz, G.I. Fleezy - Dope In My Styrofoam lyrics]
Say, bitch don't get too comfortable
Say, bitch don't get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Never let a bitch get too comfortable
Bitch don't get too comfortable
It's mister ho-breaker, dope slanger
Dope drinker
Straight hopped up out the coupe
High off that juice
I'm no stranger to this
Getting lit, getting blowed, dipped in gold
Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center
'Bout to go too deep, I ain't
Fucked her in like two weeks
Feel like two months
And ripping pineapple fanta
Fired up two blunts
And this cloud of kush I blow
Set off the smoke alarm
Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs
What you smoking on? Amber wax and anthrax
Bitch I keep a Xan pack
Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high
Nowhere to land at amber wax and anthrax
Bitch I stuff them grams fat
Kick dope down on the floor
And that dope check I'm about to cash that
Said I'm just rolling with the
Homies, dope in my styrofoam, man
Said I'm just smoking with the
Homies, roll up another song, man
Just scooped my blood bitch
In a blue brougham leather feel so soft
These hoes like riding with no shoes on
Pineapple and purple the potion
I'm on that candy sip
All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch
One more nigga on the run with the yellow
Ho fine as fuck, from De Janeiro
But she play with her nose though
And I ain't mad at her
Because I stay with my medicine
Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine
In my beverage
Pour up on that ice, hit the lights
On some moody shit bitches, dope
And dollars on some Tarantino movie shit
Other people's pussy
Still keep a whole lot of it
Gold pack in my wallet
With about a seventh of dope in my pocket
Getting blowed
Like when you feeling good
Cause bitch I feel so right
Like moving out my body
Purple paint and fanta got me tight
I introduce you to my life
Come take a look inside
Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down
Bitch we don't play around i'm
How you stay focused and function
Bitch we gon' blaze a pound
So when the last time you heard that
Yeah we really made for this
So go and send the word back
Right about now, time to tally up a staple
Got them ready, willing, able
Molly-popping, make 'em get down on
The floor with the business
And they live for the getting it
Player, out here with it, and that's me
The real player with a G
Say, bitch don't get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Never let a bitch get too comfortable
Bitch don't get too comfortable
It's mister ho-breaker, dope slanger
Dope drinker
Straight hopped up out the coupe
High off that juice
I'm no stranger to this
Getting lit, getting blowed, dipped in gold
Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center
'Bout to go too deep, I ain't
Fucked her in like two weeks
Feel like two months
And ripping pineapple fanta
Fired up two blunts
And this cloud of kush I blow
Set off the smoke alarm
Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs
What you smoking on? Amber wax and anthrax
Bitch I keep a Xan pack
Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high
Nowhere to land at amber wax and anthrax
Bitch I stuff them grams fat
Kick dope down on the floor
And that dope check I'm about to cash that
Said I'm just rolling with the
Homies, dope in my styrofoam, man
Said I'm just smoking with the
Homies, roll up another song, man
Just scooped my blood bitch
In a blue brougham leather feel so soft
These hoes like riding with no shoes on
Pineapple and purple the potion
I'm on that candy sip
All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch
One more nigga on the run with the yellow
Ho fine as fuck, from De Janeiro
But she play with her nose though
And I ain't mad at her
Because I stay with my medicine
Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine
In my beverage
Pour up on that ice, hit the lights
On some moody shit bitches, dope
And dollars on some Tarantino movie shit
Other people's pussy
Still keep a whole lot of it
Gold pack in my wallet
With about a seventh of dope in my pocket
Getting blowed
Like when you feeling good
Cause bitch I feel so right
Like moving out my body
Purple paint and fanta got me tight
I introduce you to my life
Come take a look inside
Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down
Bitch we don't play around i'm
How you stay focused and function
Bitch we gon' blaze a pound
So when the last time you heard that
Yeah we really made for this
So go and send the word back
Right about now, time to tally up a staple
Got them ready, willing, able
Molly-popping, make 'em get down on
The floor with the business
And they live for the getting it
Player, out here with it, and that's me
The real player with a G