T.I. Lyrics

Album: I'M SERIOUS

Dope Boyz Lyrics

[T.I. talking]

 Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty

 Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45

 Well shit what you need shawty

 Ay these these bd's right here shawty

 Ay this that this that noyd too shawty

 You can't get no better than this right here

 Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then

 

 [Verse 1]

 A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times

 The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9

 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes

 Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind

 Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind

 Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)

 It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead

 It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared

 I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads

 The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead

 Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell

 Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale

 Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty

 Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty

 Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp

 Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp

 For the...

 

 [Hook]

 Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga

 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga

 I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga

 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

 

 Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

 The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

 Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

 This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

 

 [Verse 2]

 Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah

 Nigga want that weight got it for the high high

 You can't even supply the package I buy

 I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry

 Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes

 Buy my own blow so the profits all mine

 How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind

 Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind

 C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine

 Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine

 Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac

 Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back

 Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack

 Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back

 I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more

 Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow

 Getting do' fo' sure

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Verse 3]

 I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard

 Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb

 Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living

 If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?

 What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?

 If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round

 Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound

 Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down

 37's ki's in da grill of the broam

 Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes

 All most gone ain't got but four mo'

 Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow

 Nothing left for you but to count my do'

 Just something else to do while I blow my dro'

 350k what I paid for the shit

 Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks

 Getting rich in this bitch

 

 [HooK: 2x]

 

 (T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

 

 Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL

 From the SWATS on Campbelton Road

 on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand

 On over to Candler Road

 Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur

 Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty

 Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low

 I'm coming to get some

 Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty

 Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good

 On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there