DopeMan Go – Tory Lanez

C-Sick

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin’ it down and I got it for bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ it down and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

Bought the Wraith, I said fuck a Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Thirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that my bitches can’t know
.30 in my pants, I gotta stand low
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen, baby
My bitches is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
MAC-11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga new in edition baby
Two in extensions baby, we shootin’ extensions baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit’ my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I done shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone, please find me the dope man

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin’ it down and I got it for bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ it down and I got it for bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you’re up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t let me fuck then I’m ‘a fuck her friend
Scoreboard, bitch I’m up 10
I’m ‘a need some head to get me up again
Whoa, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock .40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
And it get to mixin’ baby, and I get the fixin’ baby
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit with no one but my mans
Bitch, I’m in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin’ it down and I got it for bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bussin’ it down and I got it for bitches baby
Pull up and stunt we got the Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby