[Hook: x2]
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real n***a
Every bad bitch want a real n***a

[Verse 1]
P is for power n***a you know about that
I eat and devour n***as, you talking bout rap
Spoon full of dope, every ball to the point
You need a little fix you broke
And what's your point of even living?
You fucking up the rhythm, drum's full of coke
Pulling strings used to get em
Beat the cold base, beat the pussy in the system
Playing bricks in my backpack, no kidding
Spit what I'm living, I'm giving all facts
These other n***as spitting they shit, is just so whack
Straight about a Brooklyn and they saying New York back
The streets know a problem just responsible for that
Fuck what you ball from the avenue of joy
Shouts my n***a boo bizy and my n***a troy
I'm bout to go fishing, bring me a scale, ahoy
Ladies rub your tits if you fuck with a dope boy!

[Hook: x2]
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real n***a
Every bad bitch want a real n***a
[Verse 2]
See I used to be at harlem fucking mays bitch
All black leather like the matrix
And me and cameron's like brothers from another mother
Now we don't speak much, but he still my brother
My puertoricans wailing out in bushwick
We watch to the front, we just push shit
Left frackle I'm not a hood melts
A bunch of wild n***as rocking good belts
Still smoking bogies, while I'm banging boats
Kush in the... riddle save the roach
Try ave, you from my favorite coats
So I'm a come through with my favorite toats
Hammers out in France, that's French toast
Drive bies on the pedal fights, hit you closer
Casper, your phantom gonna get you ghost
My goodbyes come in Spanish, adios!

[Hook: x2]
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real n***a
Every bad bitch want a real n***a

[Verse 3]
Fake n***as be quiet, real n***a speaking
Hard them say with the hammer peeking
Free my homie 8 ball from the beacon
I got a few n***as on the run eating
We all chasing mills, the hunger for more
The streets is the field, I run up the scope
But I ain't playing with you n***as, before I go broke
I get to spraying at you n***as
We all get the blood money, what what?
Troy ave getting drug money, fuck is up
I'm your dealer, I'm your daddy
I would kill you in the alley
I'm your pushing man, white base, call it berry
Can't get enough of your love, baby
Haters getting nothing but slugs, shit crazy
Bk all day, catch games at the bob clay, in the suite
But ain't nothing sweet about make powder
[Hook: x2]
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Hands up if you fucking with a dope boy
Every bad bitch want a real n***a
Every bad bitch want a real n***a