[Verse 1:]
Hello I'm a salesman sorta giant
I sell Molly and Mary
And other various items
One time one guy came to where I'm residing
And I didn't invite him, so instead tryin' fight him
I got violent, long story short he's not breathin'
For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is
A couple junkies went missing
And I know right where they're hiding
Uhh
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in my bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
(Two Jobs)
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 2:]
Task force poured into my fortress
Found some lipstick, a couple corpses
Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm
I'm ripping sockets out like I had f*cking problems with arms
They found a couple portraits on the porch
But they don't check up under the floor
It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty
Hit so many bitches I was pimpin like Scotty
I'm a bull
Red
Piss me off
Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
So I bit 'em off, they was too soft
I'm a wolf and a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather and wool
And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
Baking cake cause it's good, I mean I would if I could
But I like playing dress up and mix match
Sorry imma fess up, you aren't getting your kids back
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 3:]
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
You need a warrant, officer
You could say I kill 'em, if my product doesn't
Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down
It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face
I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood
Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven
Yeah
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[Verse 1:]
Hello I'm a salesman sorta giant
I sell Molly and Mary
And other various items
One time one guy came to where I'm residing
And I didn't invite him, so instead tryin' fight him
I got violent, long story short he's not breathin'
For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is
A couple junkies went missing
And I know right where they're hiding
Uhh
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in my bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
(Two Jobs)
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 2:]
Task force poured into my fortress
Found some lipstick, a couple corpses
Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm
I'm ripping sockets out like I had f*cking problems with arms
They found a couple portraits on the porch
But they don't check up under the floor
It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty
Hit so many bitches I was pimpin like Scotty
I'm a bull
Red
Piss me off
Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
So I bit 'em off, they was too soft
I'm a wolf and a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather and wool
And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
Baking cake cause it's good, I mean I would if I could
But I like playing dress up and mix match
Sorry imma fess up, you aren't getting your kids back
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 3:]
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
You need a warrant, officer
You could say I kill 'em, if my product doesn't
Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down
It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face
I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood
Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven
Yeah
Hello I'm a salesman sorta giant
I sell Molly and Mary
And other various items
One time one guy came to where I'm residing
And I didn't invite him, so instead tryin' fight him
I got violent, long story short he's not breathin'
For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is
A couple junkies went missing
And I know right where they're hiding
Uhh
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in my bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
(Two Jobs)
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 2:]
Task force poured into my fortress
Found some lipstick, a couple corpses
Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm
I'm ripping sockets out like I had f*cking problems with arms
They found a couple portraits on the porch
But they don't check up under the floor
It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty
Hit so many bitches I was pimpin like Scotty
I'm a bull
Red
Piss me off
Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
So I bit 'em off, they was too soft
I'm a wolf and a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather and wool
And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
Baking cake cause it's good, I mean I would if I could
But I like playing dress up and mix match
Sorry imma fess up, you aren't getting your kids back
[Chorus]
Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Do-Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on my side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
[Verse 3:]
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
What's in my trunk
White
Girl
You need a warrant, officer
You could say I kill 'em, if my product doesn't
Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down
It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face
I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood
Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven
Yeah
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC