Текст песни Good Dope - Gunna , Marlo

(Cheese on the rack, ah!)

Tryna see

Got a nigga stackin' caps

I servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog (all)

Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog (call)

You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log (call log)

And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw (real raw)

Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down (pill down)

He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now (squeal)

Fuck boy tell me, how you still real now? (How you still real now?)

I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds (ten pounds)

Too late for you try to be real now (real)

Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now (lanes now)

I pull up to the show Balmained down (Balmained)

Copycat try to have the same sound (same sound)

Cooked up good dope, run the J's out (J's out)

Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in, took the cash route (cash route)

And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag

You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass (yeah)

And I was just sippin' on Act (act)

Got a bust down Cuban link choker, mink gotta match

Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached (rab)

And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap

When the trap came, nigga got work in the map (map)

We don't talk on phones, nigga workin' that tap (yeah)

Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab (my strap)

Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap (trap)

Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a nigga relapsed (gang)

Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat (nah)

I don't love a ho, I can never get attached (get back)

Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back (strap)

Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack (what?)

Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked (skr)

All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag (oh-no)

Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag (uh)

Pull up in your hood nigga, I don't need a pass (yeah)

All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad (nuh)

Robbed a lil nigga, ain't have to use mags

Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash (uh)

Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad

Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash