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All I need is one scale, a bales, came in this 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 with my lil' 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 invest a whole 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 and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the mayor (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 a bicycle (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail 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 go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (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 out cocked, then 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 off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a still (Shh)
I'll pull up on home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my 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 ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' 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 fast food (Pussy)