[Quality Street Music]

CHORUS 1
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a`s wife.
(Aight)

Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a wife.
(Aight)

VERSE 1
This that dope boy s**t,
(Boy S**t)
Man I`m tryin` to hit a dope boy lick.
(Boy Lick)
I been lookin` for a dope boy bitch,
(Boy Bitch)
So I can hit her wit that dope boy dick.
(Boy Dick)
I been posted in them dope boy houses,
(Boy Houses)
I been tryin` to stack them dope boy thousands.
(Boy Thousands)
Six-figure ni**a still in the projects,
(Dope)
Wit them chickens in my baby momma duplex.
(Dope)
She won`t keep her stupid ass out the night club,
(Bitch)
I beat her ass she right back the next night cuz.
(Bitch)
People keep on sayin` imma go to Jail,
(Go to Jail)
For real?
(For Real?!)
Oh well..
(Oh Well)

CHORUS 2
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a`s wife.
(Aight)

Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a`s wife.
(Aight)

[[Dope boy life, f**k wit it]]

VERSE 2
Big motor, big rims, loud pipes,
(Yup)
Lil` ni**a, fresh to death, big ice.
(Yo Gotti)
Ni**as say they smokin kush, they ain`t smokin` regular,
(For Real?)
It`s a drought so I whip it, I ain`t sellin` regular.
(For Real..)
Cause I can take a quarter thing,
Whip it right,
Get a extra half a quarter,
And drop the price.
That`s that dope boy s**t if you ain`t never heard,
How to get a half a chicken off of every bird.
Ni**a that`s my word,
(Ni**a That`s My Word)
you got the nerves,
(Got The Nerves)
Work wit them people,
(What)
Go tell on your people.
(What?!)
Ni**a you`s a bitch,
(Bitch)
Ni**a you`s a snitch,
(Snitch)
I just might catch you slippin`,
I might just bust your s**t.
You rap ni**as,
(Rap Ni**as)
Keep rappin` bout it, (Uhh)
But I was in the North, straight up sellin` dope up out it.
(Yup)
My brother home,
(Yup)
My money long,
(Yea)
My plug on the way and imma be gone.

CHORUS 3 (OUTRO)
Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
In the club fresh to death err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a`s wife.
(Aight)

Man I promise this that dope boy life,
(Aight)
I`m just tryin` to keep my dope boy stripes.
(Aight)
Fresh to death in the club err night,
(Err Night)
Poppin` bottles tryin` to f**k a ni**a`s wife.
(Aight)

[[Bitch told, me, alright,
All she listens to is Yo Gotti and Gangsta Grillz,
She said that`s all the dope boys rock to.
She asked me if I could introduce her to Yo Gotti,
And could she get Gangsta Grillz.
(HaHaHa)
I said which one you wanna do first,
We can make that happen.]]