[Intro]

Dopegang

Had to get all my niggas

Out da hood you dig

[Verse 1]

Dope in the microwave we cooking some gas we cookin some pressure(Pressure)

Sit on my bitch give a fuck bout my Ex

I got the Glock on my dresser

Pour up a four I pour up a seven

I forgot that existed

Cough on my keys and my loafs gettin tested

Ima shoot under pressure I ain't gon sweat shit(Yuh Ayy)

Can't hit the party if I can't bring my wesson

Niggas die with that Glock in the hand

Im killing not less good in the sea I dont need to check in

VVS stone on my neck I water my penny

Iced out rich buy mamma a Bentley

White like coke and im stuck in the dopegang(Dope Gang)

Searching for money ain't searchin fo fame

If you fucking with me then your life in the bounce

This shit in the game I slide in some valleys

I was born with some name Had some talent

I really come show lil pussy know data

I ain't turn into shit I was born like this

I came out my mama I was holdin a stick

She told me start trappin my mom under rent she question my money Son Where You Get This I fresh off a drill

Gunpowder on my nails Bands in my backpack im maskin the smell

Im catchin these plays Im a yung OD Like my nigga at FedEx Ima Work at the mail Im cookin yo slurp look like salt on a snail

We know you a bitch you got fucked in a cell

[Outro]

Dopegang nigga

Yuh yuh ayy

All my niggas you dig