Tyga ☆ Dope(feat. Rick Ross)

T raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how
I’m courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit
I’m with Rozay
Black Maybach leather
gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me
bitch no day
Benz a make her dance
that’s thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a sound wave
You kissed her in her mouth
ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don’t want no drama
i’m worth a couple commas
It’s death before dishonor
Last king come sign up
all my shit be designer
Extraordinary rhymer
I bodied yo’ shit for nothin’
Wes west up hot temper
Get wet up she give me
head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe
I don’t feel no pressure
I’m dope
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes
All
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes
Shit
She fuck Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch
she got niggas still thuggin’
8 point 7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month
so it ain’t no budget
New chains Rolex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew
we flyest ’round here
Hating on hood
niggas dying ’round here
Bath Salt Boss
got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but
it’s back to these broads’
Hands clap like a
nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain
but I’m rocking 8 of ’em
I see you sleeping boy
don’t make me pick your label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble
I just laid ’em up
Another triple got me tripping
like it’s angel dust
We just winning all
the women in my table ah
Say my name say
my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga
nigga say my name
dope
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes
All
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them
things out cause my car topless
Off topic
get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly
that’s the nah shit
King announcing that
gangsta shit we mobbin’
We taking your dollars
Creflo no white collar
I pop pop wish a nigga
would call Thomas
Bitch I’m the bomb
call me the Unabomber
Money in my game
I’m driving shit that’s insane
You niggas stay in your lane
no playing ain’t nothing changed
Pardon this good regime
I make your girl David Blaine
Murder was the case all
the kids say that nigga T raw
I’m dope
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes
All
all my shit dope
All
all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187
how I killing these hoes