After releasing a series of moderately successful mixtapes between 2010 and 2011, Future signed a major label deal with Epic Records and fellow American rapper Rocko's A1 Recordings, which helped launch his own label imprint Freebandz. Future subsequently began working on his debut studio album "Pluto," and in April 2012 released the album to positive reviews. The album spawned five singles, all of which charted on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was later re-released in November, as "Pluto 3D." His second studio album "Honest," was released on April 22, 2014, and is also performing with his group Freeband Gang. He released his highly anticipated third studio album, "DS2," on July 16, 2015. The Atlanta rapper also released several mixtapes during 2015, "Beast Mode" in January, "56 Nights" in March, and "What a Time to Be Alive (with Drake)" in September. Future released "Purple Reign" in January 2016. The 13-track mixtape was executive produced by Metro Boomin and DJ Esco, with additional production from Southside, Zaytoven, and more.
Feed Me Dope
Future Lyrics
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Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself?
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got local ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk 'dem call me big papi, I give big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thou' on my tag boy
I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sleep on the bed
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got local ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
The song by Future and Young Thug titled "Feed Me Dope" contains a set of lyrics that imply a certain level of drug use and dealing. However, the interpretation of the lyrics depends on the listener's perspective, and it is not clear whether the artists are advocating or warning against drug use. The opening lines of the song, "Ready for whatever, Clever as it get, Do I really gotta explain myself?" imply that the artists are confident in their abilities and do not feel the need to justify their actions. This sets a tone for the rest of the lyrics that implies that they are not concerned about the consequences of their actions.
The chorus of the song, "Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat, Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts" suggests that the artists are discussing the effects of drugs, and how they help them "get wavy like a boat"- meaning that the drugs make them feel euphoric and out of control. The mention of "seeing ghosts" implies that they are experiencing hallucinations, which can be a side effect of drug use. The rest of the lyrics refer to activities such as weighing the drugs and cooking them up, which implies that the artists are involved in drug dealing.
Overall, the lyrics of "Feed Me Dope" offer a glimpse into the world of drug use and dealing, but do not make clear whether the artists are advocating or warning against such behavior. The lyrics suggest a level of confidence and detachment from the consequences of their actions, which could be interpreted as a warning against drug use.
Line by Line Meaning
Ready for whatever
I am prepared to handle anything that comes my way
Clever as it get
I am incredibly intelligent and resourceful
Do I really gotta explain myself?
I shouldn't need to justify or defend my actions
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
I am preparing drugs for sale and distribution
Might as well just give your ho up
If you get involved in this business, you might as well kiss your relationships goodbye
I got local ho, but I shipped her out the country though
I have a prostitute who I sent overseas to work for me
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
I am fully committed to my lifestyle and won't back down
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I am drinking lean and my face is so swollen that it looks like a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
When I use drugs, I feel a sense of euphoria and relaxation
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
When I use drugs, sometimes I experience hallucinations and see things that aren't really there
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
I've left my old life behind and am no longer showing up to court hearings
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
I am infusing drug dealing with a sense of fun and excitement
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
I've got everything I need to make a drug deal, from the fish butter I'm using to cut it to the chicken I'm cooking up
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
I am making a lot of money through drug dealing, and can afford luxury cars
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
I'm telling someone that they're not running their operation correctly, and comparing myself to infamous gangster Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
I know enough to avoid incriminating conversations on the phone, but I am still making a lot of money through selling drugs
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I am specifically seeking out molly from China, which I believe is higher quality
I need, good drank, big strong
I want the best quality drugs for myself and my associates
Durk 'dem call me big papi, I give big cocky
My associates refer to me as someone with a lot of confidence and swagger
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
I have taken enough molly that I can feel its effects in my wrist
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
I am expecting a large amount of cash from my drug dealing activities
They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling
I've become incredibly wealthy through my music career and freestyle rapping
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
When I have high quality drugs, I become more animated and expressive
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
I am using cocaine and feeling a sense of empowerment and control
Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy
I am engaging in illegal activity and feel a sense of rebellion and defiance
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
I have a firearm and feel powerful because of it
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy
My jewelry is high quality and expensive
I see Hermes belt, thou' on my tag boy
I am displaying my wealth through designer clothing
I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
I worked incredibly hard to achieve the success I have now, often in dangerous or difficult circumstances
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa)
Although my mother was upset about my lifestyle, I didn't feel remorse about my choices
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I tried to justify my illegal activity by pointing out the large amount of money it brought in
I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa)
I am frequently using drugs and don't plan to stop anytime soon
The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy
I am using a pill with beans imprinted on it, and feeling a sense of euphoria and weightlessness
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I consumed too many drugs and am now experiencing a strong high
I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I am living a dangerous, risky lifestyle and need to stay armed for protection
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sleep on the bed
I want to engage in criminal activity and make a quick, illicit profit
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Feed Me Dope / Future
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (Skip to my lou)
Okay fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella (okay), ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long (brrr)
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong (brrr)
I need, good drank, big strong (brrr)
Durk 'dem call me big papi, I get big cocky (brrr)
Uh oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh oh)
Uh oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh oh)
They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling
Uh oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (Skip to my lou)
Okay fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
@garydabeast12
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk 'dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
@syamangalakuditi4128
MOST UNDERRATED SONG EVER
@daprinceofhiphop
Fax
@ChrisBhris222
This beat tho πππππ.
@devonhargrove8229
Chris Rock always flame ATL FLO
@courtneykelson6561
Only Future can make βuh-ohβ sound π₯π₯ UH-OH!!!
@chrisfcharl
They just hit different
@daprinceofhiphop
Uh-OHHHHHH
@xozodkcbzi
This album cover ! π₯
@joelpesonen4667
SroSro 57 its a snake
@tjg6363
@Eric Warrior nah that's slime