Dope
6ix9ine Lyrics


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Sono in strada che piscio all'una di notte sopra sta clèr
Sono in giro con malandrini, puttane e facce da SerT
Al mio collo solo oro giallo perché è il colore del grano
Per l'Italia un alieno, lascio cerchi nel grano
Ho rispetto della mia gente a Milano come giù a Brooklyn
Questi bianchi fanno gli Yankee, per loro questo flow è Putin
Auto dalla Germania, moda italiana, tipa latina
Fai lo scemo coi miei, ti cadono i denti tipo fatina
Dentro i pezzi fai il macho, solo menzogne (solo menzogne)
No tu fra', tu stai bene a Uomini e Donne
Vita cruda, ma con più pregi che contro
Dio mi ignora, ma ho un po' di K sul conto
No, non mi è ancora scesa, parlo a rilento, guido veloce
Un'istituzione come la Chiesa, quando mi vedi fatti la croce (amen)
Questo sole ci cuoce, questa pioggia ci spegne
Non alzare la voce, fra', la strada ci sente

Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l'hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope

Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don't want it

Supposed to be nice, I don't joke at all
Shottie got a two, and it's busting off
I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Look to a trip, turn 'em all
Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga
We don't miss lil' nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Ride on God and my chick gon' get ya
One in your head, you in your bed
We in your crib, you X'd out
Two in your head, your boot in your bed
Don't wanna touch this wet blouse
Talk to the feds, I call up cadet
I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Always in depth, I go get home
I go in the trunk, get them TECs out

Touch down to NYC
Made it back from Italy
They bitches be feeling me
Bet they gonna remember me
Jump in my coupe
You already know it's AMG
Back on my bullshit
Got a lot energy
I don't care what they say
'Cause you know I'm dope
I been selling flow
Like in the 80's moving coke
Shorty said she like my swag and she like my flow
And tonight she would love to try my whoo, bitch

Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l'hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope





So we gotta let 'em know what's up
They already know what's up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 6ix9ine's song "Dope" tell of the artist's lifestyle, his love of luxury, and his disregard for authority. He describes a night out and the people he spends his time with, which include thieves and prostitutes. Through the use of metaphor, he describes himself as an alien to Italy, yet he claims to respect the people in Milan and Brooklyn equally. He boasts about his jewelry, which is all made of yellow gold as it is the color of wheat, leaving circles in the crop fields, suggesting he is a rich farmer. He also mentions his car, which is German-made, his clothes, which are Italian, and his girlfriend, who is Latina, as if emphasizing his diverse and worldly lifestyle.


He expresses his disdain towards those pretending to be like Americans, saying that this sound is actually Putin's, describing that as if it were a fake label that misrepresents reality. The lyrics suggest that he isn't necessarily bothered about God's approval, but he acknowledges his own financial success. He talks about being quiet and vigilant on the streets because the streets have ears, but he acknowledges that he still has anger issues that came from his previous experience.


Line by Line Meaning

Sono in strada che piscio all'una di notte sopra sta clèr
I'm out in the streets peeing on this clèr at one in the night


Sono in giro con malandrini, puttane e facce da SerT
I'm hanging out with crooks, prostitutes, and shady people in general


Al mio collo solo oro giallo perché è il colore del grano
I wear only yellow gold on my neck because it's the color of wheat


Per l'Italia un alieno, lascio cerchi nel grano
I'm an alien for Italy, I leave circles on the wheat fields


Ho rispetto della mia gente a Milano come giù a Brooklyn
I have respect for my people in Milan as much as I do for those in Brooklyn


Questi bianchi fanno gli Yankee, per loro questo flow è Putin
These white people act like Yankees, for them this flow is like Putin


Auto dalla Germania, moda italiana, tipa latina
I have a car from Germany, wear Italian fashion, and have a Latina girl


Fai lo scemo coi miei, ti cadono i denti tipo fatina
You mess with me, your teeth will fall out like a fairy tale


Dentro i pezzi fai il macho, solo menzogne (solo menzogne)
You act tough in your songs, but it's all lies (just lies)


No tu fra', tu stai bene a Uomini e Donne
Nah man, you're more fit for 'Uomini e Donne'


Vita cruda, ma con più pregi che contro
Life is harsh, but it has more advantages than disadvantages


Dio mi ignora, ma ho un po' di K sul conto
God ignores me, but I have a bit of money in my account


No, non mi è ancora scesa, parlo a rilento, guido veloce
No, I'm not down yet, I speak slowly, and I drive fast


Un'istituzione come la Chiesa, quando mi vedi fatti la croce (amen)
I'm an institution like the Church, when you see me, make the sign of the cross (amen)


Questo sole ci cuoce, questa pioggia ci spegne Non alzare la voce, fra', la strada ci sente
This sun is frying us, this rain is extinguishing us, don't raise your voice, man, the streets are listening


Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho Piuttosto che l'hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock Perché questa vita è dope (dope) Questa tipa è dope (dope) La sua amica è dope Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope
I'm here, still breathing this smog, this room has a cap, like a casino. I don't look at myself in the mirror anymore, I don't know what my face looks like. I could have done rock instead of hip-hop. This life is dope, this girl is dope, her friend is dope. You talk, and I don't connect because this weed is dope


Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don't want it
Scum Gang and TR3YWAY, you don't want this


Supposed to be nice, I don't joke at all
I am supposed to be nice, but I don't joke around


Shottie got a two, and it's busting off I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Shottie has a two, and it's shooting. I have the pump, and things are getting crazy


Look to a trip, turn 'em all Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Anyone who opposes us, turn them all. Thirty bullets, extendos, nigga


Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga We don't miss lil' nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Shooters fire when the wind blows, we don't miss little nigga, you'll be hit


Ride on God and my chick gon' get ya One in your head, you in your bed We in your crib, you X'd out
Swear on God, and my girl will kill you. One bullet in your head, and you're dead in your bed. We'll be in your house, and you will be written off (X'd out)


Two in your head, your boot in your bed Don't wanna touch this wet blouse
Two bullets, and you're dead. Your boots are where your head used to be, and we don't touch a dead body


Talk to the feds, I call up cadet I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Talk to the feds, and I'll call up cadet. I'll pass him a Sharpie, and he'll shut you up


Always in depth, I go get home I go in the trunk, get them TECs out
Always in debt, but I bring home the money. I go to the trunk, and get the TECs out


Touch down to NYC Made it back from Italy They bitches be feeling me Bet they gonna remember me
Touching down in NYC, coming back from Italy, women are into me, and they'll surely remember me


Jump in my coupe You already know it's AMG Back on my bullshit Got a lot energy
Jumping in my car, you already know it's an AMG. I'm back to being in trouble, and I have a lot of energy


I don't care what they say 'Cause you know I'm dope I been selling flow Like in the 80's moving coke
I don't care what they say, you know I'm a popular artist. I've been selling my music like cocaine dealers were doing in the '80s


Shorty said she like my swag and she like my flow And tonight she would love to try my whoo, bitch
The girl said she likes my style and my music, and tonight, she wants to try my 'whoo', bitch


So we gotta let 'em know what's up They already know what's up
We have to inform them what's happening, but they already know what's happening




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Emiliano Rudolf Giambelli, Luigi Florio, Pavlo Borsuk

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