David Allen Dope - G-Funk Flow lyrics

G-FUNK FLOW Written by: David Allen, Anthony Depree Prod. by: Valentineaux Album: The #GODOPE Project Track No.: 6 Year: 2017 Publisher: Villain Music Group Verse I This sh** sound like 70 something I just turned 26, the whip was born in 70 something I got the window wide open cause its 70 something Be kicking it with cool kids til I'm like… I'll be that senile senior citizen 747 fly They say they like that country sh** this the new electric slide But this time the revolution must be televised Plus I'm doper than the alphabet before the letter “I” Got a couple tricks up my sleeve better recognize Set to make a k**ing n***a the hustle been weaponized Competition petrified they know they future jeopardized b**h I'm bout to blow like I was pressurized If you ain't planning on manning up or stepping up step aside So I started checking sh** I could not just let it slide Now I'm getting checks and sh** like my accounts are verified Smoke and drink too much don't sleep enough I need some exercise Let me clarify I be getting very very high man its scary high She said she ain't never been this high before baby you ain't never lie Girl I put the J in Mary Blige Get the munchies get the munching on that monkey like Claude with the cherry pie Get it, but I'm more of a cake man It ain't even my B-Day but I be like where the cake man I hope they know I'm coming for the Kendrick and the Drake fans To be the best you gotta beat the best and I don't even see the rest of y'all n***as As of late I ain't been too impressed with y'all n***as I was sitting debating even addressing y'all n***as At all my n***a why you in your feelings are you outta ya mind Yeah you outta your mind even your girlfriend say your sh** ain't hotter than mine And she your girlfriend, she should be your number one fan you ain't even got a fan club Now she want a spot up in mine Bottomline she can tell I'm the top of line That mean the panties'll drop at the drop of time If she was royal in life she would've been finessing the kid playing me like a fiddle plotting a crime Until I'm caught slipping caught off guard caught with my pants down when you run in popping the nine Oh lawd, never trust a big booty and pretty teeth Not even if she really really really sweet Gimme 50 feet and some room to let my leg stretch I was dead set on getting my bread right so I'm cleaner than a swiffer wet jet Rocking purple labels smoking blue dream sipping red stripe I put it down for the undergroundd like a lead pipe And we got it on lock yeah its air tight If the head right DAD in there every night If the head right… Hook (x2) I just wanna hit my trees, sip my ‘nac Holla at the ho's the homies shooting dice in the back Wait what you call that ain't nothing but a littlee bit of G-Funk, G-Funk Nothing but a little bit of G, G Nothing but a little bit of G-Funk ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of G-Funk, oh