Tony Shhnow Dopeman
[Intro: Tony Shhnow & DJ Yungrel]
(You're minor, we're major)
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Why the f..ck would you do that nigga
Aye, aye
Go, go, go, go
(Hoodrich)
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace-
(Hoodrich, bitch)
Mic check, 1-2
Yeah we back nigga
(DJ Yungrel, what's up?)
We gon' call this one, the Art of Production
Go, go, go, go
(Major out here f..ck nigga)
[Chorus]
It look like the dope-man in here
Evеry time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like somе money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
[Verse 1]
I rock Versace all black but I really want the white ones
Feeling like I'm Kobe, I serve J's with these Nikes on
I hit it in the car, don't worry I ain't take your wife home
Punch shit I got two, you wanna' play you got the right one
My jewelry white like Eskimo, my vanilla bitch Vanessa
Got a rebel, her name Jessica
Got a Puerto Rican girl she thick and mean, look just like Erykah
She say I'm so credible, I move strong, incredible
She know I got several, my bitch thick and bad as hell
Your hoe look so terrible
I'm flexing on your favorite artist, I cannot compare to dude
[?] lies, they ain't never seen the truth
He wanna' act like he with that, okay we [?]
Before I re-up I drop your bitch off
Told the label double up them M's like I'm Rick Ross
Looking at my wrist, it ain't shit to get a brick off
It look like the man in the house when I drop off
[Chorus]
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)
[Verse 2]
I'm a walking lick, it's money in my pants so it's money on my bitch
She astonished by my wrist say she ain't never seen a brick
I told her she would never find a nigga just like this
In the foreign handguns but [?] we keep them sticks
In Miami or Atlanta, nigga you could take a pick
You can't name a hood in my area, I get it mixed
I'm fresher than the dope-man and I'm still in the bricks
He used to be the man until the pack ran out
It's funny, you wanna' hate me, now you got your hands out
I used to serve your uncle at the trap with grams out
[?] all I do is cashout
They talk down like I'm slow, like I ain't took the fast route
But ain't shit about me stupid, tell her I pull racks out
They know Tony ain't in no gang but I could pull them stacks out
[?] see me in person that bitch almost passed out
[Chorus]
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
[Outro: DJ Yungrel]
Yeah, we just getting started nigga
DJ Yungrel, I'm in this motherfucker
My brother Tony Shhnow
You know what we do when we get together
We dropped another classic for the streets
Go ahead and fire that shit up
Let's ride