Yung Pinch – Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Jabari the Great
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey hey hey

[Chorus - Yung Pinch]
My shit is dope
Your shit is wack, that's just a fact
Play it again (uh)
Run that shit back
Fuck up the track (hey)
Keep running the lap
Fuck what they talking bout if it ain't racks
Can be clipping them packs
It's all for the low, I thought you should know (thought you should know)

[Verse 1 - Yung Pinch]
It's all for the low, It's all bout them drugs, whatever it is (shit)
They can't get enough
Thought that they could
That's why they fucked up
You open the cup
With all of your girls
No love for no scrub
Bottles of both
Shaking that booty for all of them thugs
Think that she fly
She think that she sexy, I think that she right
Roll up some fly
I want some Henny, let's go get some Sprite (let's go)
Who trynna get loose
Who trynna go crazy and say that's the shrooms (me)
Yeah, I got her wet don't decide if it's true (hey)
I got her wet don't decide if it's true (hey yeah)
Yeah, I got her wet don't decide if it's true

[Verse 2 - Yung Pinch]
Bad lil bitch, bad news
As a fact no tattoos
Pull op on me act brand new
I think I act with the broom
She think she wassup
I think that she up (up)
Basic lil bitches be tripping too much (too much)
But (but)
I seen it all coming (yeah)
Just to keep it one hundred (one hundred)
Everybody wants something (yeah)
All she want is that money

[Chorus - Yung Pinch]
My shit is dope
Your shit is wack, that's just a fact
Play it again (uh)
Run that shit back
Fuck up the track (hey)
Keep running the lap
Fuck what they talking bout if it ain't racks
Can be clipping them packs
It's all for the low, I thought you should know
My shit is dope
Your shit is wack, that's just a fact
Play it again (uh)
Run that shit back
Fuck up the track (hey)
Keep running the lap
Fuck what they talking bout if it ain't racks
Can be clipping them packs
It's all for the low, I thought you should know

[Verse 3 - GuapDad4000]
Ayy
Hifi nigga trapping
Swerving through the traffic
He need chugging, pussy gripping, die hugging
And got 10 bitches just wanna do something
Rolling up stuff for bitches to smoke
Don't fuck with it, I don't judge these hoes
I just roll like loco-motion
Stacking tokens like Chuck e Cheese
Please don't touch them hand on the Goyard wallet with the ten bands in it
Ayy
I just dance with it, grab my meds with me, and he gripping like 30 sticks, I'm worth 30 bricks
Closing fool, like 30 kicks and they all Margiela with the velcro strips
Going balls on my elbow, your bitch
Hold my phone with the Rollie on it
Wrist play a nigga shit
When you spot a nigga you might see a bitch
On the stro, so you know she hoe
The nigga fools, spicy tuna rolls
I been really on some wave shit
Stacking till I get a rafe shit
Never once stood and dipped the sauce
So she never lend no payments, yeah

[Chorus - Yung Pinch]
My shit is dope
Your shit is wack, that's just a fact
Play it again (uh)
Run that shit back
Fuck up the track (hey)
Keep running the lap
Fuck what they talking bout if it ain't racks
Can be clipping them packs
It's all for the low, I thought you should know
My shit is dope
Your shit is wack, that's just a fact
Play it again (uh)
Run that shit back
Fuck up the track (hey)
Keep running the lap
Fuck what they talking bout if it ain't racks
Can be clipping them packs
It's all for the low, I thought you should know