Good Dope

[Chorus: Marlo & Gunna] Got a nigga stackin' caps I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now Fuck boy tell me how you still real now I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds Too late for you try to be real now Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now I pull up to the show Balmained down Copycat try to have the same sound Cooked up good dope, run the J's out Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth Never cashin' in, took the cash route [Verse 1: Marlo] And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass And I was just sippin' on Act Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap When the trap came, nigga got work in the map And don't talk on phones, nigga workin' that tap [Verse 2: Gunna] Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a nigga relapsed Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat I don't love a ho, I can never get attached Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag Pull up in your hood nigga, I don't need a pass All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad Robbed a lil nigga, ain't have to use mags Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash [Chorus: Marlo & Gunna] Got a nigga stackin' caps I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now Fuck boy tell me how you still real now I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds Too late for you try to be real now Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now I pull up to the show Balmained down Copycat try to have the same sound Cooked up good dope, run the J's out Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth Never cashin' in, took the cash route