Dopeamean - Blue Faces Lyrics

Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it
Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it
DopeAMean a gutter nigga, I'll gut a nigga
Talkin head to toe cut a nigga
That other nigga ain't shit, like diarrhea
You be folding under pressure, I'mal die real
From G A, Florida, all the way ta bamma nigga
Made it a mile high so, reach to over-stand a nigga
I got some broads in Atlanta like that panda nigga
So you can't touch this, M.C. Hammer nigga
I'm bout a bill, in the field, It gets real real
If you plotting on my gunnie, or my dollar bills
Hollow tips and cold chills, that's the real spill
Turn yo dreams to night-mares, like you Meek Mills
Flood the drac, F*ck the jakes, Bitch my drip bop
Casting spells, tryna resurrect 2 Pac
Forty glock, for the man that killed hip-hop
Get the f*ck out of the way, or fight the shellshock
I tuned him at the quick stop.
Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it
Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it
I give a f*ck what a hatter pop
I'm top notch, and I'm something of a smooth shoot
I hunt you down until your weak, and that ass got
Your baby mama grieved a day, and now that ass thot
Jackpots at black hawk, got my bags fat
So that drama that you spoke of, you can have that
Shooters laying in yo grass, and you can't grab that
If you can't grab that, how you gone bus back
Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it
Fast doe, Blue Faces
Bitch I'm getting cash doe, You fake it
Green is how my grass grow, You basic
I'm outter-spacing Astro, And you hate it