Baby C4 - Dopeman

Ay, bitches stress me out too much, I need to cut my ties
I gave my heart away to them thots, no, I can't tell a lie
Don't come around in my lil' circle if you not gon' ride
You either ill with me or get left, it ain't no choosing sides
You ain't gon' catch me with no trues, bitch, I rock Amiri
That bitch been passed around from block to block, she can't get near me
These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I'd rather talk to Siri
These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I'd rather, ay
These hoes don't make sense when they talk, I don't want love, I just want top
Niggas ain't spinning on no block, fuck on the bitty
When I'm in the city, when I pop out, bitches gon' flock
Getting rid of niggas with no drop, leave a nigga body with some white chalk, ay
Bitch, niggas turn to tombstones, Getting top with the roof gone
Pink diamonds on a nigga two-tone, I was getting views off a cell phone, that's facts
Say he a killer, but he on the net, so he only hard on a app
You ride for me, then I ride for you, just need you to keep it a stack
Got on Balenci's, feel like Uzi, cut off a bitch, cause she too moody
Got like a thousand in these Ksubi's, okay,
Bust for the gang, that hoe she a groupie
Say he won't smoke, that nigga he a goofy,
Made love once, now I feel like Toosi
Claim that you know me nah, nigga, you knew me
Ay, bitches stress me out too much, I need to cut my ties
I gave my heart away to them thots, no, I can't tell a lie
Don't come around to my little circle if you not gon' ride
You either eat with me or get left, it ain't no choosing sides
You ain't gon' catch me with no trues, bitch, I rock Amiri
That bitch been passed around from block to block, she can't get near me
These hoes don't make sense, when they talk, I'd rather talk to Siri
These hoes don't make sense, when they talk, I'd rather, ay
I'ma pour me an 8 yea this shit for my member
Since a lil younging I kept it 100,
You know how I'm bumming, I'm cold as December
Back in that mode, yeah, I felt like I'm MJ, fuck all the he say, I got a temper
I'ma just walk down, run down, Niggas look lost til the glock, finna make them remember, uh
Sipping on purple, ain't sipping no lil' shit
Count up 50s and 100s and 20s, I'm sick of this hate, so I'm back on my ill shit
I be giving these hoes my presence, I put this shit on, yeah, I look like a wishlist
Got aim, I shoot from a distance
Give her D like I play for the Pistons
Ice on my neck, you can see the shit glisten
Okay, got these diamonds on me, hella burr
I'm the one on the best on the earth
I don't trap, cause I know what I'm worth
Do em dirty, put him in the dirt
Bro spin and put niggas on shirts
Nah, I ain't never gon' pop no perk
I been a real nigga here since my birth
Let's go
Ayy, these bitches stress me out too much, I need some
These bitches stress me out too much, I need some
These bitches stress me out too much, I need some
Most these niggas out here, they fiendin' for that
Ayy, let's go
Bitch, ayy, yeah, let's go, mm, yeah

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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