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

Dolph, why you fuck his Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (Ha)
Business man, I a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like 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 the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

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

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
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 his will
Walked out the 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 her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)

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

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