Gucci Mane — Real Dope Boy

[Produced by Tarentino] [Hook – PeeWee Longway] Real dope boy whip hard chicken with the egg beater Bricks ain't stamped boy trick em with the eagles No lettuce in my bank but real monefa Smoking up the pound, boy OG Reefer The judge say I got a real dope boy description All in the courtroom, on the mud sipping 8 in the morning, on the molly nigga tripping D boy shit, young nigga double clipping On the road, we’re street finessing and juuging, oh Gucci prints for all my children, oh Big Guwop one dope ass nigga Pour mud up and sipped up nigga [?] chain, he must be doped up nigga I’m no sleep gang, why you ain't up my nigga Unload the truck my nigga, just caught me a duck Call up, in New York, trust a dope boy’s script all on my [?] I’m a real dope boy, so you know what’s up Gucci and Scooter on my side with the U-Haul truck We ain’t moving nobody, we bout to move some bucks We ain’t moving nobody, bout to move some bucks Count up, count up [Hook – Young Scooter] Real Dope Boys, Real Dope Boys Black Amigo Gang Brick Squad Real Dope Boys, (BMG) Real Dope Boys, Real Dope Boys Money Pounds Ammunition, Means you a Dope Boy Real Dope Boy, Real Dope Boy Don’t touch that pot if you can’t whip that Dope, Boy Real Dope Boy, (whip that dope) Real Dope Boy Never seen a brick, thats means you ain’t no dope boy [Verse 2 – Young Scooter] 26 by 12 inch rims, if 12 pulls up, let’s do it Your dope it jump out the gym But my dope it might break the rim We don’t use a fork, you know Spook, he might shake the pot Hundred thousand cappin' and I ain’t have to cook a fuckin' rock Dope boy Certified, I put work on any block In the drought we satisfy, listen, you could learn a lot Gambling on the road, road running, I done lost a lot I Wiz Khalifa bricks, Tailor them, I got a remix shop You ain’t no dope boy, you ain’t got no dope boy My partner Longway, a real dope boy You claim to be a boss, you a ho boy Every day of the year I got dope boy [Hook] [Verse 3 – Gucci Mane] I like my dope Peruvian, all my niggas shooting I ball but I ain’t hooping, you can call me Mark Cuban My earrings is a movie, my watch is filled with rubies My niggas stick together, getting this money like we Jewish She almost got the ring, but I ain’t finna do it I cut her from the team, she had a check, she blew it I like my hoes exotic, I like my shoes exclusive I’m pouring fours now but I used to pour deuces I throw grenades now but I used to shoot Uzis I'm riding in a four four two on deuces I’m back making old school trap boy music It’s Gucci Mane & Scooter so the work can’t lose it [Hook]