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

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 mansion with my lil' (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole 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 bitches 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 than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

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

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to bringin' my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
Walked out the trap a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house 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 that bitch off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, probably tell
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Dior with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' 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 with the shit, have somebody you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)