Hook:

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie

Verse 1:

Yeah im back on the wave

Done it for the game

Can't avoid fate

Put it on a plate

Ill smack it in the states

Can't avoid hate

I ain't fucking with no fakes

Sippin codeine, eatin pizza like a young chris travis

Makin some magic

You couldn't even fathom

Bitch im a ghost like the kid, danny phantom

Slap em down, bang em round, teach em how to handle

No i dont fuck with the shit

Tryna do my bit

Bringin in some ears

While im tryna bring out tеars

Doing this for years

Still ain't made it out, but i promise im about

Tryna see thе stacks in my draws pile up

Bring in plenty P

GBP or Dollars

Yen too if i keep it real

Smokin plenty pounds so i need it bout rn

Hook:

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie

Verse 2:

Rolling up a zip

This is it

Getting lit

For the hit

Put my lips

On the blunt tip

Been a week

Since i last jawned

A spliff

Gas drawls to the mask

Feeling DOOMd with the sickness

Operation DOOMsday in effect

Vik vaughan wouldve come to collect

But your arse is on the floor saying “call me a vet”

Ain't a bet

Lost your head

Turn your mind off a sec

Why you hating

Gotta be fakin

How you gon hate on me

Dumbarse, paigon

Im just statin

Times been changin

Smokin loud and knowing where the game went

Drink till im weak imma still stay sippin

Henny and the remy, in my body start mixin

Dont need fixin

Straight up blitzin

Blazin my blunt and sippin sizzurp mixtures

Feel the sickness

Intermission:

Hook:

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie

Gimme that dope

This that cookie

Rollin that dope

This that cookie