[Produced by Murda Beats]
[Intro]
I got it, got it ... Huh
Yo, yo
[Hook: Quavo]
Young n***a flying pigeons all over the sea
Wrist game got my arm strong, Hercules
Got the molly in the jar look like Dippin' Dots
Hannah gettin' money I got work call it Chris Rock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got the dope, hit her one time and I bet you gon' choke
Trying to take my dope my n***a
I'm coming to hang you on rope
Feeling like Slick the Ruler
Versace my shirt I love Medusa
Can't get in contact with my plug
So I'm taking a flight to Bermuda
I got the dope
Whipping and whipping the brick my arm gets sore
Drop a hundred bands off to my momma n***a
Just to make sure everything kosher
Hit a n***a a** with the Ropa Dope
Cause I see these n***as getting tired
You run out of bullets my n***a gon' get you BOW GRAHH n***a it's a homicide
Gone!
[Hook: Quavo]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
I put the dope in my sock, I put the dope on the block, I'm f**ing your ho
OJ I'm trapping at Texaco, n***a talk sh**, but he buyin' my dope
Breaking these pigeons off chickens, serving the junk's chicken tenders
Finessed the plug for a bag of work and I'm glad I didn't ate 'fo dinner
I know some lions some bears some tigers hyenas and even gorillas
My j**eler he call it can cooler it'll buy me shivers
My boss credentials got these b**hes callin' me king in front of their mister
You get the picture?
Don't get it twisted
I'm not a DJ but I will remix ya
[Hook: Quavo]