Good Dope Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Read the full Good Dope lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from the album Slime Cry along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Vendetta and My Brothers, two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
You already know ain’t nobody safe
We put guns to the face we gon’ die today
You already know what it is, n!gga, fu*k with some ass
It’s 4KT, n!gga, all my n!ggas die for me, for all my n!ggas I bleed
You already know it
Any way this s*it can go, pu*sy, it gon’ go mine

[Chorus]
I give a fu*k ’bout name that you talk, ’cause I get down
N!gga, fu*k with some molly, bulletproof my truck I’m riding ’round
Smoking dank up in these b!tches smell like Pound (Smell like Pound)

N!gga, count my thang up in these b!tches, I make no tone (I make no tone)

[Verse 1]
You gon’ smell this gun, son, this gon’ make you dance
She gon’ sacrifice her clique, she gon’ give hеr friend
I just dined on thesе n!ggas and did it again
I just pulled up with them n!ggas, left ’em in a trance
Police, they tryna catch up with us, say that we murdering, say that we selling that stuff
Bro trapping in front of his mamas, I got her through the house
This n!gga like snow on the floor, diamonds
From top of the stage, raise my gang, they changing the climate
Side of the coupe, the b!tch keep it banging, I see that n!gga recline
I’m thugging and hustling, murdering these n!ggas, I do it the finest
Hold on, b!tch won’t take my time and hold on
B!tch built like Daytona, broke man settle in China
Skull and men told him that, skull and men told him that
Hit it out, let your mama (Fu*k)
N!ggas ain’t know that n!gga, we on that good dawg
Ooh, on that good dawg (Good dawg)
I just put up with them hitters, get your kids and lock your down
I just put up with that s*it that make them choke, bah, bah
I just put up with that he won’t talk no more, bah, bah
I just put up with that mama, I’m sorry
Why these pu*sy n!ggas had to start me?
I’m a bad b!tch, you know that s*it

Play with A.I, put a B-60
N!gga look at my eyes, show no teeth
I’ll run away everywhere I be

[Chorus]
I give a fu*k ’bout name that you talk, ’cause I get down
N!gga, fu*k with some molly, bulletproof my truck I’m riding ’round
Smoking dank up in these b!tches smell like Pound (Smell like Pound)
N!gga, count my thang up in these b!tches, I make no tone (I make no tone)

[Outro]
I’m that good dog, ooh, I’m that good dog (Good dog)
I just put up with them hitters, get your kids and lock your door
I just put up with that s*it that make’em choke, bop, bop
I just put up with that he won’t talk no more, bop, bop