Текст песни Chris Webby - Lope Dope

Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfucker, man LDC Gang, shit lil' bitch
Ayy, yeah, who the fuck is this loser? We don't know you, dude
Side on through, yeah, lookin' for that one piece, that one piece, turn to two
Off of that molly rolling, yeah, that 40 burst at you

I call Tooty up for them fresh birds, yeah, he servin' bricks at 32
Copped that bundle, yeah, uh, sent 'em off the birdie flu
That Monte Carlo down Rodeo, yeah, I'm pickin' me up a few
Yeah, that's that Big L.D.C. Gang shit, yeah, lil' boy, that's what we do

They copy my name, they copy my bars, my flows, yeah, uh, I think I should sue
Yeah, what you thought, what you thought? You gettin' that money, you gettin' that cheddar, that feta
Cheese, yeah, smokin' on Zaza, doin' what I please, yeah, got my fetty, I'm ready
Walk through with a mug on my face, yeah, ready to get petty

Red in the face, he walk in the courtroom red, he red, and he ready to sing like canaries
Yeah, I was hoppin' that Chevy with lil' Kelly, I was gettin' my dick sucked to the contrary
Walk in the room and I'll stand up to anybody, yeah, look at the thang on my belly
Bitch like Nami, yeah, she like she Bonnie, yeah, she count that berry

Dead eye, dumpin' at your fanny, yeah, you lyrical, smerical, Chris Webby