Lyrics Betty Boop - Lope Dope

Uh, yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfucker, man
LDC gang shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, head keep going over the past, tryna get
On bigger shit,
Yeah, I see a ghost, all in a window she be whispering.
Behind my back, they talking, yeah, but they just whispering.
Hundred MPH up on the interstate, I guess I'm distancing
Put my faith up in them dollars, and that gwalla got 'em bent
Big LD, I'm the one hitting your shawty when you thought I couldn't hit
Yeah, she throwing it back, she throwing it back like Betty Boop
Dior scent up on that Valentino suit.
Federal alphabet, boy, I believe you is the soup.
Swervin' that Vette up down lil Troupe, yeah, diamond on my tooth.
Yeah, I say what I wanna when I hop in the booth.
We rollin', that's Za over here lil' boy, we rollin' it up, we roll it like sushi.
If LDC up in your function, yeah, it turn into a movie.
Betty Boop, what you doing? Yeah, bring it back real smoothly.
Betty Boop, remind me of tropics, yeah, remind me of a smoothie.
Betty Boop, what you doing? Yeah, you know I need that love, it's gooey, yeah
Put a stain up on my Louie, yeah, on my True's.
Met Gala, yeah, look at designer on my collar.
Put me a picture in it, yeah, the frame, yeah, the binder.
Ooo, Betty Boop in traffic yeah, review, I'm behind her.
Skrrt up, beep beep, yeah, beside her, yeah, what's up?
Yeah, my name Lope, yeah, what's your number?
Aint even, worried 'bout that grill, no, more I'm worried about that bumper.
Betty Boop, go to the crib, she turn on Sleepin', Beauty, she slumber, yeah.

Introduce myself to Betty Boop, I'm so high start mumbling.
Ooo, it's Betty Boop in that lil' coupe, and I start mumblin', yeah
Ooo, Betty Boop up in the coupe, aye, yuh
Betty Boop up in the coupe.