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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my girl (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 like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (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 that I'm the littest
Whip my out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' black with all this fuckin' paper 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' real money, we bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as
Shh, you gon' do time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior 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 killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out with me in
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a still (Shh)
I'll up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we tryna 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 only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight 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 nothin' due
I go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we could 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)