Dopeboy Songtext / Lyric

I sell drugs



Do I look like

Do I look like

Do I look I sell drugs?

(3x)



What it look like






Bass through the walls

DJ spinning that feeling that song

Excuse me can I get by here

Place so packed can't move nowhere

I'm a get something to drink, what you want?

Can't hear what you saying homie, speak up

What you need man, I got you though

There's buzzing in my pocket let me check my phone

Hold up, my niggas on the line they trying to get in

But the bouncer won't let 'em, typical shit

What we always got to do with them type of dudes

that was in a good mood now they fucking my shit

been through it before this ain't the first time, nigga

matter-fact you saw me last weekend, remember?

I remember why because you did the same thing

made us stand for twenty minutes 'fore you let us in

Does it really have to be a situation

before you let us in you gonna search my mates, you will

you ain't never gonna find what you looking for

do' it really look like we some dope, boys?



What it look like, what I look like, look like that

How come they call me the dope boy then

must, must be something then tell me man



Do I look like I sell drugs (4x)

Do I look like, do I look like, do I look (4x)

Do I look like I sell drugs



Up in the club I'm trying to figure what's up

with my 'cause everybody been trying to get on buzz

bottle in my hand I'm gon' leave it against the wall

and my cell in the other receiving a lot of calls

but I focus on the night so I don't pick up

I'm loving the dope boys filling the tip cup

not a word is being said, not a verb, not a noun

but let me decipher the code I find to get down

you wouldn't believe it we write shit like this

everything from thug niggas to rich white kids

up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool

little girls off to college doing this shit, too

for the white ones mummy take her clothes off

never did do blow and whipe her nose off

it's real sat but it's real down town

even homeboys' sister offer to bow down

and then the rest will make the part with the coka

over tiny cash five niggas with the rest we dough like

the club is full of the hustlers stacking dollars

whose profit is celebrated all you gotta do is hollar like



What it look like, what I look like, look like that

How come they call me the dope boy then

must, must be something then tell me man