YMG - Dope Lyrics

(It's a real diamond)

Woah, I got it, I got it I know (woah)
What did you what did you want?
Smoking on green and I mix it with pink (yeah)
I like the dope in my lungs, I got the dope in my lungs
I burn it up like I play for the suns, I do not trick I just pull up and stunt
Got me some thots and they needed a drink
Roll up a wood it's the size of the pinky
Smoking on skunk and that shit is stinky
Smoke up the pain, do you know what I'm saying
I'm not tryna explain, all alone feel no pain
All alone all day, you my own so stay safe, it get cold in these streets
You still holding on, dialling that 204, tell 'em pick up the phone (yeah)
So pickup up the phone, hello I'm not tryna know
I'm moving right through the unknown, I'm flowing I feel like I surf
Leave me alone only talk if you'll do me
She not a dog but she loving the bone
I watch it play it out like it was a movie
I numb the pain like I'm on novacane

Always alone, darling pick up the phone when I call
Love my girl like Betty boop, die how you live
Bully can't feel no more, can't live, dope in my lungs, it sticks
My mollies gon pop shit, okay
Call my phone when you get this, pussy soak up like rain
It's C for Channa-nel, don't do no battles
I spit for P's, that money gonna make that rizz that fit that bitch
My baby girl poison me, she hot like Haiti, ohh you wavy
Just dance for the (money), just dance for the (cheese)
Just dance for the (money), just dance for the (cheese)
We f*cking in rain, breathing in pain
My killy, my gillie, might call you
Phone sex hot cause I bore you, she sip Casamigos
I'm touching my downs like Debo
Light of the sun I'm horny, niggas be bums they bore me, she wanna f*ck me cause of money
Baby just talk to me, call my phone, red light turn you on
This your favourite, this your favourite song