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

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

I got your bitch lookin' for (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas that 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 all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I can't go out like (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, 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, bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the 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
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his 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, catch a still (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
Ever to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse 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 the bag with your fast food (Pussy)