Dope Boyz lyrics

Artist  : T.i. 
Song : Dope Boyz



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 [Talking over beat]:

[T.I. trappin']
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well sh*t what u need shawty
Ay these these bd's right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the f**k out my trapp then

Verse 1: 

?A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times?
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bit*hing on and whining I'm a
grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine
(getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road
to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that
ain't scared
I got tha hard for the j's and dro' for the dank
heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't
dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standing round in my trapp I think you f**king up
shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the j's in da
trapp
For the...

HooK:

Da dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at, a where u
at nigga

Ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at, a where u
at nigga
Ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga

Verse 2:

Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah
fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for tha high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
 
Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they
gone think they gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on
mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the
crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going
back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
Getting do' fo' sure

HooK: 1x

Verse 3: 

I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of
hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain't yo trapp then what the f**k u doing
in it?
What the muthaf**king business, do you think you
puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the f**k
from round
Unless u wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got
the pound
Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the
hard locked down
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do'
Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bit*h

HooK: 2x

{T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!}

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the swats on Cantler Road on over to the
westside on Bankhead, ya understand 
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in
Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down
there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling
good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good
down there