Dope In My Sock

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro] I got it, got it ... Huh Yo, yo [Hook: Quavo] Young nigga flying pigeons all over the sea Wrist game got my arm strong, Hercules Got the molly in the jar look like Dippin' Dots Hannah gettin' money I got work call it Chris Rock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock [Verse 1: Quavo] I got the dope, hit her one time and I bet you gon' choke Trying to take my dope my nigga I'm coming to hang you on rope Feeling like Slick the Ruler Versace my shirt I love Medusa Can't get in contact with my plug So I'm taking a flight to Bermuda I got the dope Whipping and whipping the brick my arm gets sore Drop a hundred bands off to my momma nigga Just to make sure everything kosher Hit a nigga ass with the Ropa Dope Cause I see these niggas getting tired You run out of bullets my nigga gon' get you BOW GRAHH nigga it's a homicide Gone! [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 2: Takeoff] I put the dope in my sock, I put the dope on the block, I'm fucking your ho OJ I'm trapping at Texaco, nigga talk shit, but he buyin' my dope Breaking these pigeons off chickens, serving the junk's chicken tenders Finessed the plug for a bag of work and I'm glad I didn't ate 'fo dinner I know some lions some bears some tigers hyenas and even gorillas My jeweler he call it can cooler it'll buy me shivers My boss credentials got these bitches callin' me king in front of their mister You get the picture? Don't get it twisted I'm not a DJ but I will remix ya [Hook: Quavo]