Marlo, Gunna - Good Dope lyrics
Rudolph Johnson
Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]
[Marlo, Gunna - Good Dope lyrics]
Got a nigga stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags
I run through 'em all dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
And the Hi Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick
Put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route
And them sold out dates got a
Nigga back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sippin' on Act
Got a bustdown cuban link choker
Mink gotta match
Bitch say she wanna fuck me
No strings attached
And I was gettin' fresh just
To work in the trap
When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
And don't talk on phones
Nigga workin' that tap
Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sippin' syrup
But a nigga relapsed
Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat
I don't love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and
You better bring it back push up on your ho
She was lookin' like a snack
Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked
All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood nigga
I don't need a pass
All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
Robbed a lil nigga, ain't have to use mags
Two hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
Killin' all you bullies
Think you bad to the bad
Marlo countin' Coogi with two
Hundred on the dash
Got a nigga stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags
I run through 'em all dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
And the Hi Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick
Put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route
I'm servin' them bags
I run through 'em all dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
And the Hi Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick
Put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route
And them sold out dates got a
Nigga back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sippin' on Act
Got a bustdown cuban link choker
Mink gotta match
Bitch say she wanna fuck me
No strings attached
And I was gettin' fresh just
To work in the trap
When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
And don't talk on phones
Nigga workin' that tap
Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sippin' syrup
But a nigga relapsed
Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat
I don't love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and
You better bring it back push up on your ho
She was lookin' like a snack
Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked
All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood nigga
I don't need a pass
All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
Robbed a lil nigga, ain't have to use mags
Two hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
Killin' all you bullies
Think you bad to the bad
Marlo countin' Coogi with two
Hundred on the dash
Got a nigga stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags
I run through 'em all dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
And the Hi Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick
Put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route
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