Rylo Rodriguez - Dope Game Lyrics (2024)

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(Ayy, let that sh*t ride, Tav)(Here's Johnny)He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got co*ke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But f*ck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)I know a nigg* that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or robYou either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hardHe keep him a Glock to spin at his jobThink I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rodsHe ran up a twenty and bought a macheteBack trapped in a closet just like R. KellyI skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.Say she on her period, I'm f*ckin' her throatPull up period, don't care 'bout your period (thuggin')If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (Huggies)Waited this long to f*ck and that sh*t wasn't 'bout nothin' (hood)Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here RussianDior shirt with the collar, the car got a buttonBrother waitin' on appeal and I'm waitin' on the pillsHe ain't doin' time release, play him with the time at leastStreets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eatSnakes in the grass, I cutted the lawnOne they ain't see though, I took 'em to promF*ck takin' a risk, rather take off your armThey ain't want me to blow, they try take off my bombHe let off two shots and got hit with a drumChild support, lot of these nigg*s my sonsStrip 'em for it, it's cool I'll play that in onesConvicts, robbers and shooters and foreignsI don't need a entourage, I don't need a bunch a rods To walk 'round in my city, that sh*t weird (that sh*t weird)In the rear view, seen 12 and I switched gearsI know a booster who move, she won't sit stillI can't wait, I go get it Tyreek HillLast week had a ménage like Meek MillRidin' round with a carbon, no serialQuarter ticket off a flip phone, no sealHe ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got co*ke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But f*ck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)I know a nigg* that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or robYou either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hardHe keep him a Glock to spin at his jobThink I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rodsHe ran up a twenty and bought a macheteBack trapped in a closet just like R. KellyI skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.Say she on her period, I'm f*ckin' her throatsh*t, Big Yavo tryna make him a M off a iPhoneBack then, they ain't want me like Mike JonesThe gas I'm havin is stronger than LysolI'm tryna see what I'm doin', lemme f*ck with the lights onAyy scratch, that sh*t ugly, I'ma f*ck with the lights offIn Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sockI got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rockBitch it's my time, like a G-SHOCKBitch if you wastin' my time, I'm takin' ya watchShooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' 'em out"He don't even want 'em no money, he want 'em a reasonKeep 'em a rocket like Trevor ArizaAnd he wipin' your nose, give a f*ck if you sneezin'Wipin' your nose, give a f*ck if you beefin'Boy he be on the bench, still a say we ain't see sh*tBag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticketAyy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matterI keep my heat, Glock .40, I feel like HellI still a sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapperThe reaper inside of my ear, and he doin' the mostI ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' 'em closeI took my pain and hide it, they turn to tearsPourin' green in my Sprite, I'm turnin' to tearsHe play it cool but I'm burnin' the steelHe ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got co*ke Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)I don't trust him, I know he a snake Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage But f*ck that, ain't call her, she ain't gettin' no ring (no ring)I know a nigg* that could fight, but he broke And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or robYou either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hardHe keep him a Glock to spin at his jobThink I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rodsHe ran up a twenty and bought a macheteBack trapped in a closet just like R. KellyI skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma G.O.A.T.Say she on her period, I'm f*ckin' her throatSay she on her period, I'm f*ckin' her throat

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