[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
N***a tried me with the scope, so I'm trippin, n***a
Brought the strap in the club, now who trippin, n***a?
What you on? Bitch, we got hella straps
If a n***a say it's problems, we maneuver that
Got a 30 in the 40, and a tooly stacked
N***a on my dead homies, knock his head back
N***as talking all that bullshit
I pop up at your mama's with a full stick
That's that tool kit
Don't make me up that
Hand the Glock to my bro, I got 2 macks
N***as shot my whip twice, tried to take my life
Got my mama on some shit, she feared for her life

[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man
[Verse 2: YG]
Big clip on that 40, it don't make no sense
In the streets gotta move on some wolf shit
N***as on the Gram talkin big shit
What happen? You let Lil Note touch your lip
N***a you ain't touched my lip, you just trip
I be wearing all this red and I ain't never slip
Probably thought I'd slip, took one to the hip
Na, I was in some Call Of Duty shoes and shit
Westside Bomptin pyrule shit
You a fool thinkin I never slide through
I put all the guns in my hood, you fuckin fool
So everytime an opp get poppin with that tool
I was dead, YG almost had you
Backstreet in the black whip, he only let off 2
You hurryed up and left, all we heard was zoom
So don't ever tell me about the opps, them n***as fools

[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man

[Verse 3: YBN Almighty J]
It's YBN and YG on some gang shit
I never show no love to a lame bitch
Wreck a n***a shit if you try to lane switch
I'm the same n***a survin dick to your main bitch
Hundred bands, n***a double that
Young wild n***as where the trouble at
Got your hoe like savings in a duffle bag
Send a hundred shots, you only send a couple back
Fuckin forign hoes in LA on some pimpin shit
N***as out here cuffin all these hoes on some simpin shit
Yello teath, white fins lookin like Bart Simpson
N***as in they feelings cause we young n***as winnin
Price went up, I don't ple bargan
Refill blue strips out the green garden
N***as snakes, so I gotta keep them out the way
N***as speakin on my name, I'm convinced they gay
[Chorus: YG]
Dope man, dope man dope man
Tryna keep the rap game out the dope game
Na na, I ain't never sold no [?], man
Tryna boom off the plug, move the coast, man