Lyrics Beach House - Lope Dope

Ayy, get back, Lamborghini
Temperature 900 degrees, that's 200 on that dash
Hit that weed, I feel a lil' breeze Back in the trap, yeah, I'm countin' up cheese

Tryna get 20 homes on the beach Big Lope Dope the prodigy
I walk in the Neimics, I'm like Prada me, Mix-match designer on me
From the head to the toe to the feet Hittin' my weed, man, my celery
Yeah, my mama, she be proud of me You fuck with the gang, you turn it to history

Got too many racks, I can't wear no skinny jeans
We'll come and light you up like a Christmas tree And I'm just speakin' so damn honestly
You wanna meet death, boy, you're talkin' to him
Your breath hot as hell, boy, you lookin' stupid

Got Amiri on me and your bitch rockin' that two-piece
That I got her last week, I'm really rappin', lil' boy
You weak, I'm smokin' on zaza, I'm smokin' out the peak
Ain't playin' no games with you, lil' boy

Know I got my toolie and I ain't no rookie
I'm the GOAT, the fuck you mean
Been rappin' for a long time, pain in my notepad
Too much paint on my notepad

You a damn lame, can't condone that
Get away, before I up that rod
I just say, fuck it and blow that
Don't make me do that, yeah

Put your grass in a bag and take it away like I was mowin', yeah
The whole gang pull up to your city, boy, we patrollin
Hey, you know that wrist, it's a rollie
So get away before I up and blow it

Got two pints, I'm feelin' my cuppy
I be slidin' on that beat like a hockey puck
Pucker in your lip, I'm up here bucker than a bitch, I'm up here thuggin

In public with it, you know I got my glick
Brick wall, lil' boy, you talkin' that flim-flam
I ain't budgin' for shit, I'm a real rapper, lil' boy
Get on this mic and talk about life

These rappers, they talkin' that bullshit
Yeah, going ghost
Danny Phantom, I'm out this bitch