Feed Me Dope
Future Lyrics


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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 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
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

Overall Meaning

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




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Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn

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@knownfacts857

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



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MOST UNDERRATED SONG EVER

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