Coo-Wayy - DOPE Lyrics

Duffle bag boy I left the bands in the f*cking bag,
If you seeing me less, don't even question where the f*ck I'm at,
Know them hunnits come fast
Don't even worry I already did the math
All these bitches want a piece of the kid iknow that make her mad,
Racks racks racks in this bitch blew a quick tab
Broski put the 5 on his back like he Mcnabb
Ain't worried bout yo' bitch ass
Ain't worried bout your bitch ass
Don't even say none unless you talking bout some quick cash,
If I can't make you glad
I look to the sky I know I made them glad,
I'm rolling with my game face on she said who made u mad?
I'm rolling with my game face on she said who made u mad?
They want me on credit they know I pop they want the package land
My phone blow in' up that shit was gone before the packaging,
Cuz it ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
How you acting can't even break my heart ,
You can't really break what's already broke,
Everything I do they try to beat me up for it,
F*ck dat hoe, before I do it, she gone eat me up, score
Trust me if you see me less cuz' i'm doin more,
Ain't tryna look down on you cuz' I'm on a high up floor,
Reminiscing bout old times I'm chilling at the Jersey shore,
Sometimes you gotta run through the pain to see what hurt you more,
Pull up take a trip I f*ck dat hoe she think I pay her bill,
Gotta switch my ways she said I change of the X pill,
Nigga you the first one trolling, until some shit get real,
Woah Woah,
I don't give a f*ck but don't act like you don't know us,
Should've left him there where he was he switched the code up,
762's hit his top niggaz roll up,
If you been through all this pain you would hate being sober,
Got a rocket toaster got it in a holster,
Before these digits had some change on me,
Bet you she gone change on you,
You ain't got no change on you,
I know my niggaz quiet but I bet they put that flame on you,
Come on Come On,
Rolling off these drugs luh bitch I need a refill,
Bro can't go to court again I kno that he a refill
Bro get on his feet again iknow that he gon reek hell,
This ain't just me cuz' when I win know imma put em on,
Barely trust them Im in my mind still,
When I'm stressed out shawty she gone blow me like a mine field,
Just another nigga how they really gone feel me for real?
Just a field nigga it's the same cold system ya,
Sometimes you gotta act slow act like you don't get it ya
Played them from a distance seen who really wit me ya,
Made a f*cking 100 bands out the f*cking kitchen ya,
Now it ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya
It ain't no more dope in these bags ya,
Dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Pull up take a trip I f*ck dat hoe she think I pay her bill,
Gotta switch my ways she said I change of the X pill,
Nigga you the first one trolling, until some shit get real,
Woah Woah,
I don't give a f*ck but don't act like you don't know us,