Released on May 31, 2016

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[Intro]

Tell me where the ticket, tell me where the ticket

Phone jumping out my back pocket

Tell me where the ticket is

Phone jumping out my back pocket

Tell me where the ticket is


[Verse 1: Reese]

Phone jumping, mean the trap jumpin too

Pull up on a nigga in a drop top

Young la' flare shorty yeah I do my thing

You ain't really tied in, you a half knot

Making cash transactions like I am Scott

[?] that paper on demand

I told him bring the racks on demand

[?] make a move, put it on demand


[Hook: L-Dog]

Call the dope man, nigga call the dopeman

Where the dopeman, I'm tryna cop some dro and

I need two o's man, call the fucking dopeman

Just call the dopeman, my nigga call the dope man


[Verse 2: Mike G]

If I cop a forty ounce I'ma do it for Proof

Shit got me so high I could walk on the roof

I know bitches that be all for self

Now, Seems like they just call for help

Got a black mask that I use for stealth

Dial straight down the center you should call for help

Defeating all contenders. All attention when I enter

Bass hitting got books falling off the shelf

No name in Miami when I'm switching four lanes

I'm an iceberg player baby it's a cold game

Baby tell me your name while I'm hopping off the plane

Beats got me feeling like black Cobain

Living life in a way they can't say the same

I can dance on the moon just to entertain ya

Mike G bitch say my name

Tryna have twenty girls swinging off my chain


[Hook: L-Dog]


[Interlude]


[Verse 3: Left Brain]

1-800-Dopeman, nigga make the call

Molly, lean, xans, even got the adderall

My nigga Ducko in the kitchen and he water whippin' chickens

Greasy in the strip club throwing up [?]

Phone jumping off shit sound like a cricket

Nigga you could get the whole thing, we don't serve stickets

[?] touchdown, nigga know it's game over

We gon' play with that bat, you know we gon' flip it

Everybody wanna be a dopeman

And everybody don't be spitting dopeman

Thirty pounds of weed through the ocean

Crack sales right in the open

Everybody wanna be a dopeman

And everybody don't be spitting dopeman

Thirty pounds of weed through the ocean

Crack sales right in the open


[Hook: L-Dog]