Tony Shhnow - Dopeman lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Dopeman lyrics]
(You're minor, we're major) yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Why the fuck would you do that nigga
Aye, aye go, go, go, go
(Hoodrich) it look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace- (Hoodrich, bitch)
Mic check, 1-2 yeah we back nigga
(DJ Yungrel, what's up?)
We gon' call this one, the Art of Production
Go, go, go, go (Major out here fuck nigga)
It look like the dope man in here
Evеry time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like somе money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace all black but I
Really want the white ones
Feeling like I'm Kobe
I serve J's with these Nikes on
I hit it in the car
Don't worry I ain't take your wife home
Punch shit I got two
You wanna' play you got the right one
My jewelry white like Eskimo
My vanilla bitch Vanessa
Got a rebel, her name Jessica
Got a Puerto Rican girl she thick and mean
Look just like Erykah
She say I'm so credible, I move strong
Incredible she know I got several
My bitch thick and bad as hell
Your hoe look so terrible
I'm flexing on your favorite artist
I cannot compare to dude
Lies, they ain't never seen the truth
He wanna' act like he with that, okay we
Before I re-up I drop your bitch off
Told the label double up them
M's like I'm Rick Ross
Looking at my wrist
It ain't shit to get a brick off
It look like the man in the
House when I drop off
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)
I'm a walking lick
It's money in my pants so
It's money on my bitch
She astonished by my wrist say she
Ain't never seen a brick
I told her she would never find
A nigga just like this
In the foreign handguns but
We keep them sticks in Miami or Atlanta
Nigga you could take a pick
You can't name a hood in my area
I get it mixed
I'm fresher than the dope man and
I'm still in the bricks
He used to be the man until the pack ran out
It's funny, you wanna' hate me
Now you got your hands out
I used to serve your uncle at
The trap with grams out all I do is cashout
They talk down like I'm slow
Like I ain't took the fast route
But ain't shit about me stupid
Tell her I pull racks out
They know Tony ain't in no gang but
I could pull them stacks out
See me in person that bitch almost passed out
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
Yeah, we just getting started nigga
DJ Yungrel, I'm in this motherfucker
My brother Tony Shhnow
You know what we do when we get together
We dropped another classic for the streets
Go ahead and fire that shit up let's ride
Aye, aye
Why the fuck would you do that nigga
Aye, aye go, go, go, go
(Hoodrich) it look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace- (Hoodrich, bitch)
Mic check, 1-2 yeah we back nigga
(DJ Yungrel, what's up?)
We gon' call this one, the Art of Production
Go, go, go, go (Major out here fuck nigga)
It look like the dope man in here
Evеry time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like somе money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace all black but I
Really want the white ones
Feeling like I'm Kobe
I serve J's with these Nikes on
I hit it in the car
Don't worry I ain't take your wife home
Punch shit I got two
You wanna' play you got the right one
My jewelry white like Eskimo
My vanilla bitch Vanessa
Got a rebel, her name Jessica
Got a Puerto Rican girl she thick and mean
Look just like Erykah
She say I'm so credible, I move strong
Incredible she know I got several
My bitch thick and bad as hell
Your hoe look so terrible
I'm flexing on your favorite artist
I cannot compare to dude
Lies, they ain't never seen the truth
He wanna' act like he with that, okay we
Before I re-up I drop your bitch off
Told the label double up them
M's like I'm Rick Ross
Looking at my wrist
It ain't shit to get a brick off
It look like the man in the
House when I drop off
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)
I'm a walking lick
It's money in my pants so
It's money on my bitch
She astonished by my wrist say she
Ain't never seen a brick
I told her she would never find
A nigga just like this
In the foreign handguns but
We keep them sticks in Miami or Atlanta
Nigga you could take a pick
You can't name a hood in my area
I get it mixed
I'm fresher than the dope man and
I'm still in the bricks
He used to be the man until the pack ran out
It's funny, you wanna' hate me
Now you got your hands out
I used to serve your uncle at
The trap with grams out all I do is cashout
They talk down like I'm slow
Like I ain't took the fast route
But ain't shit about me stupid
Tell her I pull racks out
They know Tony ain't in no gang but
I could pull them stacks out
See me in person that bitch almost passed out
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check
That's why this hoe on my neck
Yeah, we just getting started nigga
DJ Yungrel, I'm in this motherfucker
My brother Tony Shhnow
You know what we do when we get together
We dropped another classic for the streets
Go ahead and fire that shit up let's ride