Dope lyrics

[Verse One - Tyga]

T-Raw rock my own kick game

8 figure deal figure how I'm court side 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

Bandz 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

[Chorus - Tyga] 2x's

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dope

(All) all my shit dope

'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse Two - Rick Ross]

Shit

H on the buckle Hermes on the hustle

Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'

8.7 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 fliest 'round here

Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here

Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard

Cars rock star 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

[Chorus - Tyga] 2x's

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dope

(All) all my shit dope

'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse Three - Tyga]

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 uni-bomber

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

[Chorus - Tyga] 2x's

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dope

(All) all my shit dope

'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes