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All I need is one scale, a bales, came in this shit by myself

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah),
I-I-I treat like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
out the trap with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my starter
Gettin' too much money, we ain't make arch-rivals
You know we ride (Bah)
I was and that's the reason we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)