Dope Boy Shit Jim Jones

[Intro:]
(Ice, ice, ice, ice)

[Pre-Chorus:]
I’m a n*gga in the hood that’s what they’re telling me now, now, now
I put the ice in it it’s a different felony now, now
I push a button in the shit and watch the hoes go different
Man listen rags cover my n*gga lips
You gotta be waiting till 4:50
Y’all know me

[Chorus:]
Pull a bullet
Pull a bullet on my dope boy shit
I know you see the ice cold risk
Pull a bullet n*gga
Pull a bullet n*gga do you take a bitch

[Verse 1:]
Show shorty at the dealer
A bad bitch didn’t know shorty was a killer
You know we keep it reala
Shoulda take a trip and put the 40 in the villa
When a bitch gets a chance in a hits in the bungalow
With my drop laid back in my seat with a gumbo lo
They say I’m living high strung
So I gotta keep it humble oh
And my little n*gga just caught a body bout a month ago
He didn’t make it through the summer
That’s the pure definition of a cold summer
Trust the daddy-o on a fed charge
Back a n*gga bitch still on a head nod
All I need is eye contact