Half Doin Dope (feat. Lil Yachty)

(Hey, JID, bro what good?) My nigga, what's happenin I'm back in this hoe What goin' on with y'all folks? I hope y'all straight Fuck all 'em crackers, I'm packin' the pole Ayy, fuck all 'em stupid-ass racist bitches I gave them rappers they time at the podium I ain't spoken, I ain't speak in a moment It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homie (Where the hell you been then, little bruh?) Holdin' it down, keep my niggas afloat (Oh, you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?) He in the mound with pounds of dope (Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell) She got the mouth and a throat of a G.O.A.T But be on the proud to go fuck on my bro You scandalous hoes, Olivia Popе I'm having some motion I'm having some brunch in Miami with Hova I'm braggin', I'm boastin' I'm Black as fuck and just be draggin' my scrotum I'm mad as fuck at how thеy had or have us in ropes Half don't have a daddy at home, half doing dope Habitat and hazard, they having stones Niggas hassling, running homes Like a habit but amateurs, any whom (Run through that motherfuckin' shit on the daily) Look at me, drippy, he fresh off the boat (Boy, where you goin', where you been, where you goin' to?) Came for the crown on the head of a G.O.A.T (Exactly, nigga, roll that shit up then) Half of an ounce in the pouch of my coat I used to be surfing on couches and sofas Needed a shower with water and soap (Damn, lil dirty ass nigga, how'd you get that shit then) I put that shit on my back for the team (Don't bet protect yourself, nigga I know you ain't playin') My chopper sing, Dion, Celine (You motherfuckin' dog, he ain't playin') One for my momma and one for my queen And one for the drama, I'm causing a scene They caught him traffic, I'm on twenty Es I come from Atlanta, I'm Tony, I'm Tony Montana I total my toe on my tag And my brodie told me put my dope in a rap While he rappin', dope, he put his hope in the trap In a total package, I don't know if he baggin' But niggas know who be holdin' it Havin' in the hood constantly battlin' bad and good I ain't mad them, all of us gettin' jugged Now I don't give a fuck (Now you know your ass give a fuck, boy) Well, I gotta wrap this up Gotta go to the cash, never had too much Got a bag in a flash, then I passed you up Your raps are wrapped, I can smack you up Like a pimp cup in a cap with a limp, whippin' a 'Lac on rims I thought it was him (I thought that was you, my nigga) JID catch a nigga workin' out in the gym (Oh, shit) Hmm Ten in the house, put it right in her neck Ten thousand dollars, put right on your ex If he let his homies hype him high as a jet I'ma green light it, we sponsor the step team Wrap the Pelle through the shit feel like a wet dream Flew this bitch out, all I saw was her nipple Shit felt like a movie with terrible sex scenes Who's sellin' guns? Let me check local listings I'm in Detroit damn near more than the Pistons Last nigga play on my name came up missin' So much demon work, damn near crossed the religion No way that God would let all of this niggas stay high, I am livin' I did too much for the next man I love Been at the bottom, and lived way above Trust me, it's easier, I'm gettin' up Sunny side up, coupe was yellow like mustard Workin' so hard, tryin' not to get flustered Put on some restraint, could've bought Dave & Busters I reserved all my feelings, I knew not to trust her Niggas know Boat 'bout this shit, without question Rather buy sex before I buy a section Rather buy lot sections before I lease Walk with a limp, but I talk like a priest It's us (Brr) Easy or the hard way, I took the crack route Ain't it crazy I never had to work the trap house? Novak Djokovic, how I pull 'em racks out Old girl think she cute cause she got her ass out That's 2022 for you Why you call him, "Bro," when it's time, he won't shoot for you (Why?) You brought a pole to the fight, I got a nuke for you I got a four, got a pint, got a deuce for you I like it cold with some ice in my double cup I'm off the flight, took the Sprinter, fuck a shuttlebus Moonrock in the blunt, I might hover up (Nyoom) So much money in my backpack, I might pinch a nerve Pull up in that big Hellcat, I might hit the curb She done hit me with that one brain, man, this bitch a nerd If she don't hit me with that one brain, then she gettin' swerved Real roadrunner, no wheels, took the hound home Too many blues in the roll, I can't count blood (Brr) You want a handout? How about no? Yohji Yamamoto, came a long way from Southpole (Huh) Touchdown in two plays ARP'll turn his Tuesday into doomsday Ridin' 'round tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne So much kick, it's Liu Kang mixed with Liu Kang, huh Told her "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds" Lil' bitch a fan, she just asked if I know JID Say we owe you, shit, you must've missed the A-I-E I mean the A-E-I, shit, I'm tired, been a crazy week First rule was put up five every K I C Told the bitch "Don't question me, I ain't A.I. sneaks" ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia You know what the fuck goin' on