I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

in the trap house with the black stove standin in the kitchen back to the door

pyrex bakin soda big bowls gettin old microwave or the stove

turn the microwave off cut the stove on

turn the water on put the ice on

mix it up chop it up then you put the cut on it

the dope fiends don't even know

its a drop and we goin up on the prices

cause I ain't sellin shit for the low

and I got that hard and that soft and that Bobby and Whitney

my nigga we got all the dope

I got that lean the pills the crack the meth the weed

you can come get it for sure

I got a Glock with a switch on that bitch

you better not pull up tryna kick in my door

I got a Carbon .15 and it got a flashlight and a beam

don't you play with my green

I'm at the spot servin the fiends

and I got on some new Bape and some old jeans

gettin all this money I look like I sold my soul to the dope man

but I'm a dope boy

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up

break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up

break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up

break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up

posted at the trap the address you know it

my nigga just pull up on me

we breakin down bales just scale it and weigh it

I'm sellin these packs by the zip or the p

I'm cookin up dope nigga in the big pot

come and get you some fish just bring me a fee

I got the blocks and they harder than some rock

this shit'll make you pass out when you smoke it or put it in your veins

I got that pure cocaine

all the dope fiends know my name

and I don't sell this shit for the fame

I'm tryna go put up a house and a whole lot of cars in my mama name

and I got this shit out the mud I was born to be a dope boy

I grew up around the dope man

so I'ma die sellin dope

as long as they pay me for it I'm servin them bows yeah

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy

in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales