Gucci Mane - Dope Show Lyrics
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]1017 DreamteamEating them percocetes like they was baked beansI just got out found out who got clean leanAnd gas weed and Miley CPeewee Longway with me that's my blood brotherTwo pints of P's on us so we mud brothersMy life's a gangsta movie man I love colorsI'm in a red bentley Brooklyn it's just me and ThuggaThey say I'm getting skinny but all of my blunts stuffedAin't nuthin' skinny but them skinnies on my bentley truckThis molly really got me thow'd up in a Mulsanne backseatPow'd up two three's of the codeineAnd feel I'm bout to ODI'm in a rari but I'm runnin from the policeA carbon 15 on me and an ounce of OGThese niggas say they know Gu-wop but they don't know meTen G's of molly on me so I brought sand to the beach[Chorus:]I'm in a ghost same color dopeFeel like I just came here on a banana boatCome to my store, knock on my doorSoon as I get rid of them I got plenty moreLike Curtis Blow I got to blowLike Bruce Leroy I got to gloatI do a show like I'm selling dopeI rep for the hood it's a dope show[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]Me and big Gu-wop servin them bricks of du-wopThem drummers south bricks to d-blockThey bookin' those shows for re-rockMoney four door so now I'm re-routinLooking at a real dope boy with cleeves outLebron James shooter trekkin what the heat broughtReal dope boy finnessing with the sheet rockFeeling like Wayne put it on mamacitaHit the block break it down serve James Ether***** a thought with drop with the egg beaterPull up in a drop top but I damn need herC-Note say we not done counting 20'sMe and Wop in a Bentley flying down 20Pourin' mud so dark think we sippin' hennyGot a ***** so bad call her dream of Jeannie[Chorus][Verse 3:]Dope show doing shows like I'm sellin' dopeI'm counting 300, 000 now while she snorting cokeShe mix her coke with heroine then she call it speed ballin'I miss my cooking with OG I hear that weed callin'I'm on the phone slurring my words because the lean talkingSipping champagne shoppin' for jeans I'm in mini marketsTrying on giuseppes with a niff and with a beam on itSmelling like I just smoked a half a pound of green homeyThe choos got me looking lean homeyThey say the robins looking mean homeyBut I ain't sticky cut some lean on itThey say I'm picky bout' my weed homeyThese niggas trick u with the lean I put PT's on itThese niggas killin' what they eat homeyThey'll treat you like a piece of meat homeySo don't get butchered in the street homeyI ain't had no work in like 2 weeks homeyI gotta feed the streets plus Gu-wop gotta eat homey[Chorus]
