Ji-Dope Lyrics

Produced by Beat Billionaire

(Hook)
New Shaq flow
Everybody ain't trippin', but they got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe
Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast

(Verse 1)
Nigga, I'm a humble nigga
Still come through and kick it
With the very same niggas that I came through with it
A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal
Keep it real, y'all playing like American Apparel
Js DS, don't be lacin' them up
Y'all be makin' some money, but y'all be makin' shit up
Y'all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant
They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they suckin' dick
It's hard to just love a woman, it's easy to fuck a bitch
Harder than shit, peeps are just seeing what Puggy did
That's why I be talkin' for every feature and cover
'Pparents which when cause when I was hungry
You motherfuckers ain't wanna hear it
Grimo, shorty said that she tryin' go
That X-Box, they talking, they gave me gonzo
Y'all slow, my shows be all sold
In Norway, it's no way you're in Oslo
Ridin' with the Buddha, rockin' with Medusa
Got a lotta haters, they ain't cool enough to do it
Fuck the pistol, got a shooter, I am not thuggin'
Your little mixtape, who a nigga, get a budget
Word!

(Hook)
New Shaq flow
All these niggas drinkin verybody got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe
Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast

(Bridge)
Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me
Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me
Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me
Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me

(Verse 2)
I put the city on, I kept the city on
Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million
We added to the store, couple packs of the Swisher
Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chillin'
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'mma get it
I ain't sayin' bitch, we're better, but these niggas not official
As I, all these niggas is ash
They like giving a cough down to a nigga with SARS
Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft
A lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sittin' in my car
I'm low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason
So 'bout that goat cheese, they won't be competing
Meaning, it's easy, we M.O.B.ing
So much that girls at the bank call me Stevey
Wonder?, fuck ya, bad motherfucker
One man band below Raz on production
Come up in the booth salivating for the supper
And another finished booth, your styley man's just a hustler

(Hook)
New Shaq flow
Everybody ain't trippin', but they got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe

(Bridge)
Turn me up Joe, it's like work Joe
Turn me up Joe, it's like work Joe
Turn me Joe

(Outro)
Bad bitches in the front
Real niggas in the back