Ray Bop Aut.Mat.C lyrics

Hook

When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting
, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, 
I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones
, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, 
Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one
, Real recognise real, where you know me from? 
Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it
, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic

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Verse 1

Let me get mine first, my mind hurts, soon as the nine burst, 
Experimenting on who could rhyme worst, 
Got it forever, you got next? Whatever
 I pop shit, for cheddar, my pockets?, Berreta, Betta to have your grind show you put in work
, They gon' think these jewels grew out o' my shirt, 
Dope rules everything around me
, The pot is getting heavy, I'm dropping this verse
, Rocking some raw ish, like I got me some work
, Far as spitting raw go, I feel I just copped me some work
, That diesel in they arms got 'em acting berserk, 
And I ain't holding arms, I'm just dropping this verse
, Hu! Fuck the world on a pill trick, 
And I'm never falling off, not a lil 'bit
, Flow potent everyone will quote this, 
Now let's get this bread in the name of dopeness.



Hook

When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting
, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, 
I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones
, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, 
Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one
, Real recognise real, where you know me from? 
Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it
, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic

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Verse 2

Smell of sour on my clothes, ashing weed up on my foes
, Success to me is fucking an Amber Rose in a Rose
, With some Ice so froze, cuz this world so... Cold!
 I'm a G that's 'bout my O's,
Peep the mission statement as I'm lacing up my Taylors
, Screaming "Fuck the haters!", let 'em catch the vapors
, Baby I know that them other nikkas fake but, 
I'm busy killing shit, get this shit traced up, 
If they getting out of line, tell them nikkas Shape Up! 
Like a runny nose, I'm after paper, 
Getcha-getcha cake up, this, is
, That real dope shit dreams are made of, 
Pay attention hope you have money saved up, 
cause it will cost you a fortune when I spit awesome, 
Look at how I dress, peep the shit that I'm endorsing, 
Outfit looking like I'm chilling in the coffin

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Hook

When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting
, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, 
I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones
, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, 
Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one
, Real recognise real, where you know me from? 
Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it
, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic

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