Lyrics Yung Mal – Dope Feins
Text:
Lil Quill & Yung Mal:
I got dope fiends, every day I gotta serve the class
I got codeine, we poppin’ seals of the pint on the Lear
I was fourteen, strapped with that Glock, I wasn’t leavin’ the trap
Popped me an addy so I can adapt
VVS on my neck and it’s swimming like Phelps
Valentino, Givenchy, which one I’ma wear?
Sized up in a year, niggas think it ain’t fair
Couple mil in the safe so I really don’t care
If feel good to live lavish, I’m straight from the trap
Every chance I be having, know I make me a flip
Left some racks in the mattress ’cause my mama need help
Lil Quill:
I put some racks in the mat for my moms
I keep a gun, keep on callin’ my dog
Three years ago I was broke and I had a lil strap
I even had a lil bum
I get the bag, give a fuck where it’s from
I fucked the ho, she come lay in your arms
I’m in the hood, just put down on the top
If you get wrong, we gon’ draw down with the pump
I got dope fiends
Keep on calling my phone, they keep bugging on me
I got OGs
That’ll front me, I don’t gotta pay ’em in weeks
You know you poor, I got plan ?
Seein’ your bitch at the show, she was styling me
Young nigga blew up and I know these niggas can’t stand the G
Lil Quill & Yung Mal:
I got codeine, we poppin’ seals of the pint on the Lear
I was fourteen, strapped with that Glock, I wasn’t leavin’ the trap
And if you know me, I will run off on you, that is not cap
Popped me an addy so I can adapt
VVS on my neck and it’s swimming like Phelps
Valentino, Givenchy, which one I’ma wear?
Sized up in a year, niggas think it ain’t fair
Couple mil in the safe so I really don’t care
If feel good to live lavish, I’m straight from the trap
Every chance I be having, know I make me a flip
Left some racks in the mattress ’cause my mama need help
Yung Mal:
I got six rings
I go hard for the squad, I take one for the team
Crack fiends
Tryna stack up some racks so my family can eat
I was sixteen
When some opps hit the block and they killed Dominique
It’s a sweet dream
I stayed down for this shit, now I’m 1017
Four one five, put my hood on the map
Now a young nigga rich, gotta stay with the strap
I just popped me an addy so I can relax
I pour up a four then I roll me some wax
Two doors on the foreign, the engine in back
I used to be broke now I’m stuck in my bag
I can’t go back and forth with no nigga who rat
Condo at the top, used to sleep on the mat
Lil Quill & Yung Mal:
I got dope fiends, every day I gotta serve the class
I got codeine, we poppin’ seals of the pint on the Lear
I was fourteen, strapped with that Glock, I wasn’t leavin’ the trap
And if you know me, I will run off on you, that is not cap
Popped me an addy so I can adapt
VVS on my neck and it’s swimming like Phelps
Valentino, Givenchy, which one I’ma wear?
Sized up in a year, niggas think it ain’t fair
Couple mil in the safe so I really don’t care
If feel good to live lavish, I’m straight from the trap
Every chance I be having, know I make me a flip
Left some racks in the mattress ’cause my mama need help
