Young Dolph - Dum and Dummer 2 Album Lyrics

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Penguins

Ice motherf*ckin' cold, that boy, he a penguin, he a penguin
(Let the band play)

Yeah, yeah, that nigga cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Yeah, that nigga froze (yeah)
Froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze, froze
Yeah, that nigga froze, uh (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, but everything still on go (go)
Couple rappers do not like me 'cause I f*cked they ho
Yeah, trickin' on these bitches, that's somethin' that I don't know
Know, know, know, know, know, know, how to do (uh-uh)
Yeah, it's a big difference right between me and you (and you)
I can show you how to hustle, how to ball, and how to shoot (baow)
Yeah, I can show you hustle, how to ball, and how to shoot (baow, baow)
I've been doin' this since a jit, lil' bitch, this here ain't nothin' new
New, new, new, new, new, new, new, new
Money comin' in, bitch, I like my shit in all blue
I'm 'bout to buy another truck and finna give away my coupe
I'm shootin' shit like Paul Pierce, bitch, I ball, yeah, I'm the truth
Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth (yeah)
Uh, I just poured some Wockhardt up in my Mountain Dew, Dew (yeah)
I be shittin' on these niggas, that's all that I do, do (yeah)
I be shittin' on these niggas, that's all that I do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Yeah, I be shittin' on all these niggas, that's all that I do (I do)
I be shittin' on all these niggas, that's all that I do (do)
I be shittin' on all these niggas, that's all that I do (do, do, do, do, do, do, do)

Oh, that's how you comin', Glock?
Okay

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
I don't follow rules, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Did I f*ck his bitch? For sure (for sure)
For sure (for sure), for sure (for sure), for sure (for sure)
For sure (for sure, my bad), for sure (for sure)
For sure, I had to 'cause he a ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (hey, hey)
I went to school with a bowl, before lunch time, I had it sold
I ain't surprised that boy a rat, I remember, eleventh grade, he told
Had all the bitches doin' my work for me, was too busy sellin' O's (on God)
I've been a smart lil' motherf*cker, used to have my niggas to bring the poles
And you've been a ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (ha-ha), ho, ho, ho, ho (yeah, yeah)
Come to the 'partments, get it for the low (pull up)
That girl head so good, call her the devil, she took my soul (soul)
She started out fast, then went slow, I'm like, "Woah" (woah)
This bitch head so good that I can feel it in my toes (woo)
Dirty motherf*cker, but that boy Elliot got me froze (yeah)
Humble as f*ck, but I'll still shit on you like I'm supposed to (yeah)
She fantasize about givin' me head inside my Rolls
They don't like me, f*ck 'em, ball on they bitch ass like Derrick Rose
Trappin' in a mountain, next day I'm servin' in Bethel Grove
Money by the pound and I pour that Wock'-Wock' up by the fours (Dolph)
Money by the pound and I pour that Wock'-Wock' up by the four
Four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four
Look how she bounce it, she a pro
Pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro (woo)
She a super slut, she suck it 'til she choke
Choke, choke, choke, choke, choke, choke, choke, choke (okay)
Is he a street nigga or a rich nigga? Bitch, I'm both
Smashed her six days in a row then turned her to Casper the Ghost (gone)
That pussy too good, baby, I had to go detox (woo)
That pussy too good, baby, I had to go detox (hol' up)
If that pussy whack, bitch, you can't get a pair of Reeboks (uh-uh)
If that pussy whack, bitch, you can't get a pair of Reeboks (sorry)
Got a bad Latina chick, she look just like Selena
She don't sing, but when I get behind her, she turn into a singer
Went from standin' in the trap to standin' on stage in arenas (uh)
That boy, he a genius (uh)
Ice motherf*ckin' cold, that boy, he a penguin
(He a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin
He a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin
He a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin)

Ice-ice motherf*ckin' cold, that boy, he a penguin
He a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin, he a penguin

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What u see is what u get

(Band)
(Let the band play)

I know you heard about me, what you see is what you get
I'm a Memphis nigga, so I gotta keep a .10
She got turned on, panties came off when she got in the Benz
All of my real niggas family, Franklin and Jackson my friends
If I say I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you all the way to the end (for real though)
Big Boo, I miss you, wish I could relive that night again
We in the club, geeked on the lean, you rollin' hard on Ecstasy
The last time I kicked the whip, my dawg in mind, that shit been stressin' me (damn)
Is that you up there? Keep tellin' God, "Keep blessin' me" (gotta be you)
M's on M's, but I keep that FN right next to me (hey, hey)
I come from shit, that's why I ball on them so heavily (for real though)
Stack it, flip it, stack it again, that's my recipe (uh)
We made the rules, then broke the rules, we do what we want, lil' nigga (ayy)
These diamonds just keep gettin' bigger (whew)
Ice cold like the winter (whew)
Her name, no, I don't remember (nah)
I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (it's Dolph)

Baby, what you see is what you get
I'm a street nigga, but I'm rich (rich, rich, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin' with them sticks (sticks, sticks, sticks)
Baby, what you see is what you get (yeah)
I just put a house on my wrist (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done f*cked around and hit a lick (lick, lick)
Ayy (what the f*ck?), woah

I know you heard about me, nigga, go ask yo' bitch (yo' bitch)
Yeah, I got money callin', got these niggas callin' quits
Yeah, I just smashed on what's her name? And scratched her off my list
Uh, and I just bought another Lamb' and parked it on my wrist (skrrt)
I hopped out sippin' Wock' and Tris, yellow diamonds when I piss
I know you never, ever, ever seen a youngin' flex like this
I'm 'bout my cheddar, mozzarella, never catch me in the mix
I put that metal on whoever, nigga, never go for shit
Yeah, I told you I was six playin' with sticks (yeah)
At nine with that Aster, to this day, won't go for shit (yeah)
Yeah, I got money on my mind and on my line, I gotta get it
Yeah, I'm addicted to the money, I'm a junkie, I'm just tryna hit another lick

Baby, what you see is what you get (baby) (bitch)
I'm a street nigga, but I'm rich (rich, rich, rich, rich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin' with them sticks (sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks)
(Grah-grah, bitch)
Baby, what you see is what you get
I just put a house on my wrist (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done f*cked around and hit a lick (lick, lick, lick, lick)

Woah

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Aspen

(Bandplay)
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay

Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspirin (watch out)
Trap nigga on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (stylin')
I cash the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up f*cked up, now I'm havin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)

She in my past tense but she a bad bitch (woo, woo)
Smoke the blunt and count my money, started dancin' (woo)
My bitch so jealous, she said, "Who the f*ck you dancin' with?" (Damn)
Bandplay, that's who I'm runnin' up the bands with (ayy)
Free all of my mans that's locked down in the can (free my dawgs)
Shout-out to the opps 'cause them my number one fans (super pussies)
All my old hoes know I miss them the most
We made it out the trenches, grab a bottle, let's make a toast
I woke up this morning, smokin' big blunts in my Dior robes (yeah)
I got six karats a piece of VS in my earlobes (yeah)
I got niggas with me on go everywhere that I go (yeah)
Today, I just might be the freshest nigga on the whole globe (Cabana)

Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspirin (watch out)
Trap nigga on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (stylin')
I cash the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up f*cked up, now I'm havin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)

I just jumped off quarantine to get a back in (leggo, leggo)
Trap nigga, still pop you like a Advil, uh (yeah, you know)
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm the shit, I get my accent (yup)
First time gettin' locked up, I had took some bags to Nashville, whoa
Now, fast forward that, your boy in Aspen
I'm rockin' me a mink, my Fanta pink, I bought my ratchet
I'm straight up out the street, no, I can't ski, but I can back in (yup)
I'm ten toes to the death of me, I put that on my patent (yeah)
Yeah, I be killin' all my opps and I be killin' fashion
I never leave the house without my Glock, it'll never happen (uh-uh)
My neck and wrist is Colorado rocky, yes, I'm havin' it
I'm cut throat to the bone, I hope you niggas understand me, bitch

Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspirin (watch out)
Trap nigga on the way to Aspen (Aspen)
Smoke the best weed and spend millions on fashion (stylin')
I cash the check and went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado)
Grew up f*cked up, now I'm havin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't make me book you for a closed casket (yeah, yeah)
Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen)
I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin, yeah)

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In GLOCK we Trust

(Oh, Ross)
Glizock (Glizock, Glizock)
(Ramy on the beat)
Ayy

I pledge allegiance to the streets, yup, in this Glock, I trust (Bah, bah, bah)
They be like, "You think you the shit?" I be like, "Yep, so what" (Yeah)
And way before Corona' came along, we been masked up
I never ran from nothin', I just ran my cash up, yup

Big boy shit, lil' nigga, back up
Yeah, I got all type of bitches up in my fan club
Yeah, I got all type of bitches, bitch, I get mad love
I f*cked his bitch, his bitch, his bitch, too, I can't beef about these sluts (Uh-uh)
My diamonds out the dirt, but I've been burpin' sippin' mud (Drank)
Yep, I just went and bought another truckload just because (Yup)
I told this bitch at first that she was f*ckin' with a thug (Yeah)
At thе same time, I'm a player, baby, what you thought this was? (What thе f*ck?)

I pledge allegiance to the streets, yup, in this Glock, I trust (Yeah)
They be like, "You think you the shit?" I be like, "Yep, so what?"
And way before Corona' came along, we been masked up
I never ran from nothin' (What), I just ran my cash up, yup

I know niggas wishin' that they was me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know bitches wishin' they was with me (Glizock), yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I be ballin', this shit easy (This shit easy), yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a car for every day of the week, uh (Yeah)
Canaries on my neck, my diamonds dance like Chris Breezy, uh
Choppa on me, choppa on the front and back seat (Boop, boop, boop)
Keep on doin' all that talkin', chop your ass to pieces (Chop, chop)
Speakin' of a choppa, got one right now as I speak (Yah, yah, yah)
I pledge allegiance to the streets, yah, to the streets (Yeah)
I pledge allegiance to the streets, yah, never trust a freak (Uh-uh)
Yeah, you know a nigga humble, at the same time, I'm a beast (Ugh)
Got six figures worth of jewelry on, I dare your ass to reach (F*ck)

I pledge allegiance to the streets, yup, in this Glock, I trust
They be like, "You think you the shit?" I be like, "Yep, so what?" (Yeah)
And way before Corona' came along, we been masked up (Yeah)
I never ran from nothin' (What), I just ran my cash up, yup

(The f*ck?)

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Cheat Code

(Let the band play)
(Bandplay)
Bitch ass nigga

Ballin' on these f*ck niggas like I got a cheat code (damn)
Yeah, that lil' nigga in beast mode (damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (damn)
Your bitch ain't nothin' but a free throw
Do what I want to a nigga, like I got a cheat code (damn)
That bitch ain't nothin' but a freak ho (damn)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

Got a Aventador on my pinky finger, a blue dollar sign on my middle finger
Stand for "f*ck a bitch, get money" (get money)
You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin', this shit cost ninety-six hundred (my bad)
I'm in a old school with the bang in the back (big), and I swear to God, this bitch runnin'
Big rocks hittin' like Pacquiao (blaow)
Seventy-five racks and I'ma pack it out (it's Dolph)
A hundred bowls a week, I'ma trap it out (it's Dolph)
Twenty minutes from the back, she gon' tap it out (it's Dolph)
Your best friend got caught and he rat you out (damn)
Too much codiene, got me spazzin' out (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Saw my old bitch, she say, "I heard that you rappin' now"
Saw my old plug, he say, "I heard you done trappin' now" (yeah)
Dolph ain't gotta do that no more (uh-uh)
T-take the gang with me everywhere that I go (ayy)
Too goddamn smart, I could never go broke (nah)
Take him on a mission and I bet he gon' choke (choke)
She ate a lil' molly than I let her drive the boat (ha)
AR up under the Balenciaga coat (yeah)
I think about money when I'm sleepin' and I'm woke (for real though)
On that Detroit shit, bitch, this on the flo' (uh)

Ballin' on these f*ck niggas like I got a cheat code (swish)
Yeah, that lil' nigga in beast mode (brr)
The dope boys, they was my hero (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, Dolph, these hoes nothin' but free throws (thots)
Do what I want to a nigga, like I got a cheat code
Whole lotta ice, can somebody cut the heat on? (Ice)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat (ugh)
Ridin' in a yellow thang, kids screamin', "Bingo!" (bingo)
Uh, all out in public smokin' indo' (dope)
When money call, it's time to G-O (go)
My lean the same color as Dino (mud)
Shootin' dice with my sixty-two year old grandma at the casino, yeah
Thumbin' through these hunnids, smokin' on this onion with my young nigga Beno, yeah

And we gettin' a whole lot of b-rolls (racks)
Uh, play you get shot like b-roll
Two commas and a whole lot of zeros (money)
Money over bitches, f*ck these hoes (yeah)
I ran it up, yup, and I kept goin'
Never get mad, four, five rings on (bling)
All these bitches on my ding-dong (yeah)
Pullin' up foreigns, back to back, ping pong (skrrt-skrrt)
Hoppin' out, smokin' on Zaza (Zaza)
And I'm pourin' up the Wock'-Wock' out of my baba (mud)
I be ballin', ballin' so hard, these lil' f*ck niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' y'all
I'm cutthroat, I keep a cutter (cut)
If you think this shit a game, I'll motherf*ckin' cut ya
Tell them f*ck niggas, "Catch up"
Yellow everything, yellow diamonds on me, honey mustard
Ballin' on these f*ck niggas, don't make sense (swish)
I damn near sprung my wrist
Ayy, my nigga, come and get your bitch (get your bitch)
She all on Glizock dick (Glizock)
Ballin' on these f*ck niggas, don't make sense (yeah) (uh-uh)
I damn near sprung my wrist
Ayy, my nigga, come and get your bitch (get your bitch)
She all on Glizock dick (the f*ck?)

Ballin' on these f*ck niggas like I got a cheat code (damn)
Yeah, that lil' nigga in beast mode (damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (damn)
Your bitch ain't nothin' but a free throw
Do what I want to a nigga, like I got a cheat code (damn)
That bitch ain't nothin' but a freak ho (damn)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

Ayy, close the door
Never show a nigga too much 'cause they gon' tell that
Playin' with a real nigga, he gon' get himself wacked
No flight flyin', nigga, man I keep jet lagged
Niggas pay for pussy, so these hoes gon' sell that
Just lost an M, ain't a setback (uh)
Picked her up in the Bentley, dropped her off the in the Hellcat
That's why he can't get his girl back (yeah, yeah)
Two-two cups got raw in it (raw)
Ears look like I got golf balls in it (uh)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, uncle Willy (pops)
Went and got the plug, now the whole gang litty
She said, "Can we take a ride in the double R?" (Yeah)
Five minutes later, backseat I'm all in it
Ballin' like it's the all-star weekend (ball)
Buy a new car every season (f*ck it)
Okay (okay), okay (okay), okay (okay) What's poppin'?
I spoil my bitch rotten (ya)
Girl, that thing soft as cotton, ya
Got to show my ass, just watch me (aha)
Cook a opp like Hibachi (hey)
Cook a opp like Hibachi (hey, hey)
Collect the money, trust nobody

Ballin' on these f*ck niggas like I got a cheat code (damn)
Yeah, that lil' nigga in beast mode (damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (damn)
Your bitch ain't nothin' but a free throw
Do what I want to a nigga, like I got a cheat code (damn)
That bitch ain't nothin' but a freak ho (damn)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

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Coordinate

Yeah, yeah
Okay, uh
It's Dolph
(Sosa, 808 got this beat knockin', nigga, ayy)
Ayy

Coordinate shit to the floor, everything Balenci'
My lil' girl ain't nothin' but three, and she like Dior, she like Fendi (okay)
Bad bitches, whips, ice, straps, I got plenty (yeah)
He the freshest, highest, richest nigga in the city (yeah)
Wake up every day just to get high and go get fly (fly)
Wake up every day chasin' a check with the guys (the guys)
Hungry like I never ate, you see it in my eyes (yeah)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (yeah)

Ball, ball, bitch, ball (ball)
Motherf*ck 'em all (f*ck 'em)
Keep a blunt lit, keep a pistol in my drawer (yeah)
Damn, I miss my dawg
Pour out a Ace of Spade, and spray his name on the wall (ayy)
This lil' nigga raw (raw)
Shoot your ass out like John Wall (yeah)
Your girl on my dick, that ain't my fault (uh-uh)
M's in the vault
All the bad bitches love Dolph (it's Dolph)
I seen twelve hit the gas and I got lost (damn)
Hood but he paid (paid)
I know how to work a calculator, that's my only trait
Add it up, divide it, multiply it, get some more cake
Had to break it down to lil' mama, no, I don't go on dates
Had to break it down to lil' mama, look, I just want some face

Coordinate shit to the floor, everything Balenci'
My lil' girl ain't nothin' but three, and she like Dior, she like Fendi (okay)
Bad bitches, whips, ice, straps, I got plenty (yeah)
He the freshest, highest, richest nigga in the city (yeah)
Wake up every day just to get high and go get fly (fly)
Wake up every day chasin' a check with the guys (the guys)
Hungry like I never ate, you see it in my eyes (yeah)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)

Make, make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)

It was all a dream
I used to smoke kush and drink lean (okay)
Thinkin' one day I'ma be up on that TV screen (yeah)
They ain't did the shit I did or seen what I done seen (yeah)
That shit so big, I can go ice skatin' on my pinky ring (yeah)
I went and ordered me a new droptop just for the spring (which one?)
I bought twenty new choppas, passed them out to the team

Coordinate shit to the floor, everything Balenci'
My lil' girl ain't nothin' but three, and she like Dior, she like Fendi (okay)
Bad bitches, whips, ice, straps, I got plenty (yeah)
He the freshest, highest, richest nigga in the city (yeah)
Wake up every day just to get high and go get fly (fly)
Wake up every day chasin' a check with the guys (the guys)
Hungry like I never ate, you see it in my eyes (yeah)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (yeah)

Make, make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make, make, make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (slide)
Make sure you leave no witnesses whenever you slide (whenever you slide)

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I'm The Type

[Intro]
(Let the BandPlay)
Mhm
(Band)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that pay cash for all my whips (Glizock)
You the type of nigga that's gon' trick off on a bitch, uh
I'm the type of nigga that's gon' scratch you off the list, yeah (Bah, bah)
You da type of nigga that's gon' throw a rock and snitch, uh
I'm the type of nigga spent six figures on my wrist, yeah
You the type of nigga that be stressin' 'bout the rent, yeah
I'm the type of nigga, I'm rich but still hit a lick, uh (On God)
You the type of nigga get mad your bitch bump my shit, huh

[Verse]
Ha, ha, yeah (Ha), I'm a top dog (Top dog, uh)
Glizock pulled up in that new thing with the top off (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Then he pulled off with your boo, finna knock her socks off (Yeah)
Get his rocks off (Yeah), hit it with my rocks on, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, my money long, yeah, my money grown (Yeah)
Yeah, I was gettin' it on before I dropped a song (Uh)
Yeah, bitch, I'm well-known, you know I keep one on me (Yeah, bah)
Yeah, you know I keep one on me, yeah, you can ask your homies (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
This bitch just told me that I'm the dripper of the year, uh (Drizzop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Glizock is that nigga, he ain't nothin' like you queers, yeah
Skeleton up on my wrist, I'm goin' for the kill (Yeah)
Young and money hungry, where the f*ck a nigga meal? Yeah
I just bought two chains and both them bitches cost a crib, yeah
I just bought two chains and I just bought a crib (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that pay cash for all my whips, yeah
You the type of nigga that's gon' trick off on the bitch, yeah
I'm the type of nigga, get that shit and make a flip, yeah
You the type of nigga, don't do shit but move your lips, uh
I'm the type of nigga that pay cash for all my whips, yeah
You the type of nigga that's gon' trick off on a bitch, yeah
I'm the type of nigga, get that shit and make a flip, yeah
You the type of nigga, don't do shit but move your lips, uh

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

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Case Closed

Okay
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, (uh) yeah, (uh) yeah, (uh) yeah (uh)
Yeah (uh)
Ayy, it's kinda cold over here, throw me that jacket
Yeah

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
F*ck a boat, f*ck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some mo'
Sellin' bags out the backdoor, shh
Keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed (whoa, whoa)

King shit, I rock gold
Who is this? Come get your ho
Up off my dick, this bitch annoying
This M.O.B., I need my coins
.223 inside the foreign
Fold a nigga like some laundry
Money coming, money going
I get it in, Monday to Monday
With the carbon I'm a drummer
Spin the block and have you runnin'
Yup, I'm the number one stunner
Got good credit, use cash money (dough)
Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor
My racks very large, sick of niggas, I got antidote
Yeah, you don't want antidote
It's Glizzock, I got plenty smoke
I smashed her on the first night
She like, "Boy, you unforgettable"
I told her no relations, I'm a player, I'm a jiggalo
I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo
Lil Wook bettin' ten and fo'
And I bet I can hit your ho'
I just bought a Richard Mille
I coulda went and bought a Ghost
Yeah, I just spent a lot of money
'Bout to make a lot mo'
Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion
Nigga, you know that I

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
F*ck a boat, f*ck a store
Counted millions in the cold (yeah)
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some mo'
Sellin' bags out the backdoor, shh
Keep that on the low (be quiet)
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

She took her a trip just to go see Dr. Miami (whoa)
He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali (uh)
I seen that new coupe, said instantly
I gotta have it (gimme that)
I asked who that pussy belong to
She said f*ck him, I can have it (yup)
Bitch been talkin' for twenty minutes
Talkin' 'bout she the baddest (okay)
Bitch, I just got this new load
Now I need somewhere to stash it (for real, though)
Talkin' all that boss bitch shit, ho'
You just need a real nigga to smash it (hold up, ha-ha)
I just turned a bad bitch to a ratchet (woo)
I put VS stones in my glasses
Stuffed a quarter mill' and twenties in a mattress (trap)
It used to be who get the bomb off the fastest (trap)
Now a nigga make millions off of adlibs (yeah, yeah)
My niggas and 'em pop 30's like Advils (yeah, yeah)
Shoutout to my nigga Slow he mad real (Queens)
Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (uh, huh)
Yeah, you heard me, stupid ass niggas
Nashville

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
F*ck a boat, f*ck a store
Counted millions in the cold
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed
Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some mo'
Sellin' bags out the backdoor, shh
Keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

---

I Can Show You

Hurricane made this one
Let the BandPlay (Yeah)
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, ayy

[Chorus]
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
I can show you how to flip them bands (Yeah)
I've been countin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been crampin' my hands (Yeah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
Just get up-up off your ass (Get off your ass)
I've been gettin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been makin' me dance (Makin' me dance, yeah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
I can show you how to flip them bands (Yeah)
I've been countin' wholе lotta money lately
The shit been crampin' my hands (Yеah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
Just get up-up off your ass (Get off your ass)
I've been gettin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been makin' me dance (Makin' me dance)
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse]
My bitch just passed (Yeah)
Big booty bitch keep lookin' over here, I'm finna put her in a three-point stance
Diamonds on my neck and my ears and my wrist and they look just like some glass (Yeah)
Big Glock, nigga, I'm the man of the year, just got another big, big bag (Yeah)
Yeah, the bitch so bad (Yeah), but still can't go outside
No, uh-uh, no, then you can ask my last
Ho, just dropped the bag, woah, just like my last
Ho, phew, phew, that's the sound of cash (Yeah)
Lately I've been goin' crazy, tired of ballin' on you niggas
I've been feelin' lazy lately, my bitch said, "I love you Glock
You make me feel amazing, baby"
I've been tryna figure why these tater tots been hatin' lately
Young rich nigga, 90's baby (Yeah)
And I keep it on me daily, play, I turn your ass to gravy
Riding around in my Mercedes, she seen Glock and started cravin'
I'm 'bout my lettuce, cheese and bacon and everything, I get my gang in
I spend so much, they tell me, "Save it", I tell 'em I can remake it

[Chorus]
I can show you how to get money, my nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can show you how to flip them bands (Yeah)
I've been countin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been crampin' my hands (Yeah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
Just get up-up off your ass (Get off your ass)
I've been gettin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been makin' me dance (Makin' me dance, yeah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
I can show you how to flip them bands (Yeah)
I've been countin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been crampin' my hands (Yeah)
I can show you how to get money, my nigga
Just get up-up off your ass (Get off your ass)
I've been gettin' whole lotta money lately
The shit been makin' me dance (Makin' me dance)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, it's makin' me dance)

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh, uh, ooh, yeah, it's makin' me dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

---

RAIN RAIN

(Bandplay)
Damn, it's rainin' outside
I wanted to jump in my drop-top today
Rain, rain, go away
Please come back another day (Let the band play)

Rain, rain, go away (go away, go away)
I'm Gabbana to the floor today
Pocket full of rizzacks, 'bout to go and get some more today
When you doin' big shit, lil' nigga, they supposed to hate
When you doin' big shit, lil' nigga, they supposed to hate
When you, when you doin' big shit, lil' nigga, they supposed to hate
When you doin' big shit, lil' nigga, they supposed to hate
When, when you doin' big shit, lil' nigga, they supposed to hate ('posed to hate, 'posed to hate, damn)

Big boy shit only, I got a plate with a whole lot on it
I'm havin' my way, right now, at the moment
She got a ass, you can sit a glass on it
My time cost money, got a price tag on it (you know that)
We boys in the hood, but I kill a nigga 'bout my sister like Tony (Montana)
Smokin' orange tree, drinkin' the dirty orange Fanta (raw)
Too legit to motherf*ckin' quit like MC Hammer (it's Dolph)
I asked her what's that thing right there, Nelly, country grammar (Dolph)
Please, God free all of the real ones out the slammer (for real though)
Trapper not a scammer (no), yellow bitch, banana (uh)
She went to college in Atlanta but she from Savannah (yeah)
She gon' show out every time when I pull out the camera (yeah)
In the strip club, my diamonds twerkin' harder than the dancers (dance)

Rain, rain, go away (go away, go away)
Balenciaga to the floor today
Pocket full of stizzacks, 'bout to go and and spend some dough today
When you doin' big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you, when you doin' big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When, when you doin' big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Cartier on my wrist, Cartier's on my face
I can smell you pussy niggas, I can see the f*ckin' hate
I be drivin' foreign whips (skrrt), I be drivin' bitches crazy
I be gettin' a lotta cheese and I get a lotta cake (yeah)
Ten toes down, still to this day (this day)
Lil' nigga right there don't play
Got a whole lotta shooters around my way (my way, buck, buck)
Yeah, them niggas don't play
I'm a walkin' ticket, I break the bank
The shit I do is the shit you can't
Yeah, baby, I'm the shit, but I do not stank
I'm all out west with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I'm all out west with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
My bitch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
My bitch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Got one on my hip and I'll put it in your face
Bullets rainin', opps like

Rain, rain, go away (go away, go away)
I'm Chrome Hearts to the floor today (yeah)
Pocket full of rizzacks, ain't no tellin' what we on today (racks)
When you doin' big shit, all that little shit just in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big shit, all that little shit just in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you, you doin' big shit, all that little shit just in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big shit, all that little shit just in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you, when you doin' big shit, all that little shit just in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)

---

Somethin' Else

(Hey, yo, Bandplay)
Playin' with them bands, haha
Playin' with your bitch, ayy

I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh
I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no f*ckin' help
Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else"
I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh
I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no f*ckin' help
Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else"

Yeah (yeah), somethin' else
I just pulled up in somethin' else (skrrt)
I hopped out with a big Glock on my hip, behind my Louis belt (yeah)
I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah)
I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah)
I'm ballin', I might break the rim
Glizzock, yeah, they ain't nothin' like him
My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah)
These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these hoes ain't worth fifty cent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, I just told my nigga that he gotta get rich or die tryin' (yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' life very fast, I blew a bag and got it back (right back)
I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna double that (double that)
I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna triple that
Yeah, triple that, I've been gettin' ten, plenty cash

I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah)
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh (yeah, yeah)
I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help (uh-uh)
Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Blue rocks, blue rocks (blue)
Every three or four months, I go and buy me some new rocks (yeah)
New spot, new drop (yeah)
In the neighborhood beatin' and that motherf*cka too hot
I've been runnin' up that bag and I didn't break a sweat
Over a bitch I cannot stress, them hoes be like, "Damn, Dolph you a mess"
Paper Route the gang, yeah, we just crashed the party
These niggas study me like I'm Mr. Miyagi
I just pick your bitch up in the Ferrari (skrrt)
Smoke a opp on sight like some Biscotti (yeah)
Spent a stack just on drawers in Versace (ayy)
I run shit around my way like Khadhafi
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Have I ever had a foursome with four hoes? Probably (ha)
At the trap house doin' the shmoney dance like Bobby (Shmurda)
I got rich off the box like Roddy (Roddy Ricch)
She don't get what she want, she start poutin' (poutin')
I like to read but I love countin', run it up

I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh (yeah, yeah-yeah)
I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no f*ckin' help (nuh-uh)
Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else"
I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah)
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh (money, money)
I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no f*ckin' help (uh-uh)
Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else"

The f*ck?
Yeah
Bah
I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check
Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh
I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help
Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else"
(You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else
You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else)

---

Yeeh Yeeh

Yeeh, yeeh
(Let the band play)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Don't know how I made it home last night, everything a blur (damn)
Hallucinatin', can't remember shit, drunk too much syrup (damn)
Doin' one-thirty down Bellevue, f*cked around and scraped the curb (woah)
My finger on the trigger (why?), 'cause I got bad nerves (okay)
She say she a bartender (what else?), But she just love to twerk
She say can I be her dinner, and she love chocolate dessert
I buy cars like they bicycles, don't make your next car a hearse
Can't nobody count faster than me, I'm a motherf*ckin' nerd
I stand on top of shit, I stamp that, that's my motherf*ckin' word
Hit my blunt, then take a sip, hit the blunt 'gain, and then I swerve
Got so high, I bought a parrot, woke up and forgot I had a bird (hold up)

Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh

I been super lit since a jit, that's why you can't tell me shit (naw)
I can't trust nobody, I mean nobody, and I can't love no bitch (never)
Dolph about his money, hell yeah, he don't play that (play that)
My son went to school today in the back of the Maybach (for real, though)
I don't pass my blunts, I roll one up, then I'ma face that (yeah)
Hit him where it hurt and smash his bitch and tell him take that (it's Dolph)
Come through in a different foreign every time, I know they hate that (it's Dolph)
You love savin' these hoes, don't you, pussy? Where your cape at? (Yeeh, yeeh)
Hah, Gucci North Face boots (uh), tall nigga in a coupe (uh)
Bust the Richard down blue (uh), f*ck you, you, and you (yeah)
Shots fired out the roof (fah, fah)
Fake friends become worse enemies and that's between me and you (ayy)
Yeeh, yeeh

Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh (yeeh, yeeh)
Yeeh, yeeh

---

Buddy Love

(Let the bandplay)
Yeah
Ha

Just because I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (uh-uh)
Everybody 'round me thuggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me druggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no new nigga around me, they say I be buggin' (who that?)
Got racks in the Goyard luggage

If you look the wrong way, I'ma up it (uh)
Give me one reason and I'ma bust it (uh)
Doin' donuts in the double R, f*ck it
She look right in my eyes when she suck it (woo)
Bank account fat like Professor Klump, bitches love me like Buddy (Buddy Love)
Lil' mama tell me she love me, then I disappeared all of a sudden

I ain't got time for all that lovey-dovey and shit (hell nah)
I'm a big dog, these lil' niggas still puppies and shit (yeah, yeah)
If Glock said, "F*ck 'em," then it's f*ck 'em, VS rocks on my knuckles (clarity)
I just poured up too much drink and now I'm seein' double (uh-huh)

Just 'cause I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (yeah)
Everybody 'round me clutchin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me bustin'
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no hoes around they like, "Glock, you buggin'" (buggin')
These hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (what the f*ck?)

I've been sippin' on muddy with my buddy, I ran this shit up with my cousin
Play, then this shit'll get ugly, nigga, trust me, nigga, you don't wanna get dusted
My neck and my wrist flooded, yeah, bitch, flooded, just got a check and cut it
Just looked at this bitch and told that ho that, "You very lucky"

Just because I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (uh-uh)
Everybody 'round me thuggin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me druggin' (for real)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no new nigga around me, they say I be buggin' (on god)
Got racks in the Goyard luggage (yeah)
Just 'cause I love you, it don't mean I trust you, everybody not to be trusted (yeah)
Everybody 'round me clutchin' (yeah)
Everybody 'round me bustin' (bah)
Everybody 'round me hustlin' (yeah)
Everybody know not to bring no hoes around they like, "Glock, you buggin'" (buggin')
These hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

If you look the wrong way, I'ma up it (bah)
Give me one reason and I'ma bust it (yeah)
Doin' donuts in the double R, f*ck it (skrrt)
She look right in my eyes when she suck it (woo)
Bank account fat like Professor Klump, bitches love me like Buddy (Buddy Love)
Lil' mama tell me she love me, then I disappeared all of a sudden

---

Nintendo

(Let the band play)
Glizzock
Go
Ayy

These bitches playing games like Nintendo
I can't trust a thing but that man in the mirror
I'm scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can't go
These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
But I can't trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
My pinky ring just hittin', isn't it lookin' like a rainbow?
These niggas talking down up on the kid, I'ma up that banger
Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, "Boy, don't ever f*ck with strangers"
On gang, bruh

Yep, I keep that flame tucked
Yeah, these rappers 'til they get caught then they to singers
Yeah, all these bitches thots 'til they get caught then turn to angels
(Yeah, all these bitches thots 'til they get caught then turn to angels, the f*ck?)
Yeah, I just left off the block, they like, "Glock stay dangerous"
Yep, I got money in the vault and money on my cranium
Yep, money all I think about, don't give a f*ck what they think of me
(Yep, money all I think about, don't give a f*ck what they think of me, ayy, yeah)

These bitches playing games like Nintendo
I can't trust a thing but that man in the mirror
I'm scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can't go
These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
But I can't trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
My pinky ring just hittin', isn't it lookin' like a rainbow?
These niggas talking down up on the kid, I'ma up that banger
Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, "Boy, don't ever f*ck with strangers"
On gang, bruh

These niggas thinking they f*cking with the kid, they can hang it up
Yep, I've been flexing harder, I see all my opps been ganging up
Them niggas nothing but bitches, tell them pussies pull they panties up
Call me Mister Glock or Master Key, I get big bucks, no games boy
I get high, I'm on Saturn, boy, quit sneak dissing and at your boy
Diamonds fighting like Mike and Roy, I'll slam your bitch like Randy Orton
I be drippin on them boys, Gucci, Louis, Michael Jordans
I'll never beef about a whore, I told you that bitch wasn't yours (Ha-ha)

These bitches playing games like Nintendo (Ha-ha)
I can't trust a thing but that man in the mirror (Yeah)
I'm scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can't go (Uh)
These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
But I can't trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
My pinky ring just hittin', isn't it lookin' like a rainbow?
These niggas talking down up on the kid, I'ma up that banger
Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, "Boy, don't ever f*ck with strangers"
On gang, bruh

Yeah

---

Sleep With the Roaches

(Let the Bandplay)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Uh
It's Dolph

She a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you f*ck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach or the Lambo truck
Or the double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a f*ck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though

Uh, yeah, look at my wrist, ho
I shine and ball like a muhf*ckin' disco (bling)
Uh, diamonds dance like Sisqo
Smokin' on Citgo, never on E (uh)
Everywhere I go, I got the pole on me (bah, bah)
Yeah, and I got these hoes on me (yeah)
I make money, nigga, I don't make peace (uh-uh)
I be sippin' on Wock' and smokin' on reefer (dope)
Yeah (bitch), and I be sippin' on triss (yeah)
And I'm still f*ckin' his bitch, yeah
And I don't plan on quittin' (uh-uh, yeah)
My lil' bitch ridin' in the Benz, uh (skrrt)
My other lil' bitch got a Bentley (yeah)
And I don't really care about friends
Long as I got them Bens with me
Franks and Grants and Jacksons, yeah (woo)
I get it in, that's a fact, uh (yeah)
We pullin' up back to back, yeah (back to back)
Rollin' up back to back, yeah
I'm ballin' hard, check the stats, uh (swish)
Codeine, it help me relax, yeah
Street nigga with a couple plaques (facts)
But I got way, way more racks

And she a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you f*ck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach or the Lambo truck
Or the double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a f*ck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though

(Yeah, yeah) I used to cut the lights on
All of the roaches start runnin' through the kitchen
(Yeah, yeah) now when I cut the lights on
I don't gotta do nothin' but put on this Richard
(Yeah, yeah) I smoke nothin' but killa
But I hate rollin' up, let a pretty bitch twist it
(Yeah, yeah) rap niggas, man
'Cause I ain't nothin' like y'all niggas, I don't fake kick it (f*ck 'em)
Walk in Chanel and I spent me a fifty (uh)
She walked in the doctor and spent her a twenty (uh)
Pussy so good I might buy her a Bentley (what?)
F*ck wrong with you, nigga? Dolph, you trippin' (okay)
Scored me a hunnid bowls and make a sentence (a-ha)
She suck until I came and still wouldn't finish (woo)
I'm all in lil' mama mouth like the dentist (uh)
The next mornin', she was in church repentin' (damn)

She a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you f*ck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach or the Lambo truck
Or the double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a f*ck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though

---

Move Around

(PVLACE)
(ADHD)
Yeah
(What's up, DeeDot?)

[Chorus]
Ayy, if I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (Buh)
Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, f*ck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't f*ckin' with you clowns
Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around

[Verse 1]
Yeah, my racks too big (Phew)
Uh, I've been ballin' out, baby, I was born to win (Swish)
Yeah, and I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew)
Okay, yep, I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew)
They was hatin' on the kid, they still be hatin' on the kid (Yeah)
But f*ck them little-ass boys, I pop big shit, I do it big (Pop)
Yep, I be poppin' shit, got niggas dead and in the pen' (Yeah)
Yep, I used to ride a Huffy now I got all kind of shit (Skrrt)
All kind of bitches on my dick
Ayy, I don't trust these dog hoes, all these bitches sluts (Sluts)
She might look good on IG, but I swear that bitch ain't nothin' (Ain't shit)
And if the beef ain't 'bout the money then that shit ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's gon' get that shit done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
If I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (Grah)
Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, f*ck around, get put in the ground (Yeah)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't f*ckin' with you clowns
Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (On racks, yeah)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The f*ck?)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chopper hit you, turn your smile into a frown, zah, zah (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Diamonds hittin', diamonds dancin' like James Brown (Ooh, bling)
Yeah, I'm young and rich, and I'm Black and I'm proud (And I'm proud)
Yeah, I got them racks and them straps on me now (On me now)
Yeah, you say it's up, well, it's goin' down (It's goin' down)
Yeah, you say it's up, well (What?), it's goin' down (Buh, buh, buh)

[Chorus]
Ayy, if I can't get you, nigga, I'ma get your mans (I got 'em)
Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Buh)
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, f*ck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't f*ckin' with you clowns
Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (Yeah)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The f*ck?)

[Outro]
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

---

Hashtag

It's over wit' for 'em
(Sosa808)
Lil' boy business over there
Paper Route business over here
Ha, yeah

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as f*ck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I been goin' crazy, crazy, been tellin' me slow down lately (slow down)
On the E-way doin' one-eighty, and still can't believe I made it (yeah)
Whatever I want, I take it (yeah)
Invited your bitch to dinner, then called her back, told her that I can't make it (sorry)
But she gon' still pull up and f*ck me crazy 'cause that's my baby (yeah)
But last night she was just textin' me talkin' 'bout she hate me (what?)
Machine guns all around my house, I grew up on Dick Tracy (ugh)
P's of strong just to roll up, I smoke like I'm Jamaican (what's that?)
VS1 rocks in my ears and they all in my bracelet (whew)
My lil' boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet
Havinthisshit.com (for real though)
Havin' paper don't feel like nothin' when your dawgs don't got none
That shit, that's what I got on (uh-uh)

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as f*ck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

Oh, you mad, mad? (Damn)
You sit up, gossip 'bout other niggas, you sad, sad (damn)
I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad
She met a real nigga, now she just wanna smash, smash
Ayy, every time she see me, yeah, she cut up (go crazy)
Diamonds on me hittin', kickin', bitin', they like what up? (Stupid)
"Am I trippin'? Look Dolph, you still ain't signed a deal", Shit, what for?
Say you can find another nigga like me, baby, good luck, ha (uh)
Blue diamonds, blue Chevelle, pull up bumpin' my shit
Blue racks, blue Chanel, Dolph, you such a stylist
Drinkin' on the dirty and still smokin' on the loudest
I'm my daddy's son, so I know that nigga the proudest

Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as f*ck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)

M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags

---

Pot Of Gold

(Cheeze)
(Yo Mannie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
F*ck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah

Uh-huh
Here we go, here we go, here we go (yeah, yeah)
He a clown, he just wanna put on a show (yeah, yeah)
See what he been thinkin', leave his brains all on the floor (yeah, yeah)
This shit I been drinkin', mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I f*ck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
In the back of the double R truck smokin', ridin' through the snow
If you ever crossed me before, I'm puttin' your ass in that scope (baow)
Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a f*cked up mentality (damn)
My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (they love me)
Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (where you from?)
From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy

One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
F*ck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah

Ayy, it's f*ck you and whoever else hatin' (motherf*cker)
I took a look in the mirror, said, "Boy, you major" (hell yeah)
Just told myself that it is never too much paper (hell nah, Glizzock)
I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em gettin' saved (uh-uh)
I started on the block, now I'm up on the stage (yeah, yeah)
Either way it go, I don't give a f*ck, I'ma get paid (yeah, yeah)
Been fightin' demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy (Wock', Wock')
Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don't play (yeah, yeah)
My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye
My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Fay-go, woah
Woah, yeah, killers on standby, they gon' do what I say so
Yeah, don't confuse me with these niggas, you know that

One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
F*ck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (yeah)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (bah)
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah

---

A Goat & A Dolphin

Glizock (Core)
(Let the band play)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Ayy
Still on that gang shit, no lame shit, no, I can't trust a thot (uh-uh)
I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling)
You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my neck and wrist is real water, yeah, Alkaline and Voss (yeah)
Uh, money, money, money gettin' taller and these choppas we got is the largest
Yeah, Mr. Glock, lil' bitch, I'm the sergeant
You don't really, really, really want problems
Nah, you don't really, really, really want problems
Send you to the gates, nigga, motherf*ck a doctor
Choppas on choppas, you don't wanna get chopped up
Who is that? Yeah, it's a goat and a dolphin, uh (yeah)

Choppas on choppas, yeah
Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas (fire)
Smoke like a Rasta (yeah), my bitch ass fat and so is my pockets (yeah)
Everybody know (what?), I keep a bankroll on me and a rocket
Uh, ain't no leg, no (uh-uh), I'm aimin' straight at your motherf*ckin' noggin (fire)
Yeah, yeah, no innocent bystanders, I hit my target (got 'em)
Keep a chopper in the closet (uh)
I brought my fire in the party (uh)
Wear Chrome Heart like Ed Hardy (damn)
Promethazine, it got me nodded (damn)
Baby, look just like a goddess (bad)
But I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm heartless, yeah, yeah (what the f*ck?)

Uh, I'll never change 'cause I'm just too solid (yeah)
Stuck in my ways, got a pistol in the party (yeah)
Dumb, dumb money, I'm goin' retarded
I'm havin' my way and they say I'm toxic
I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet (uh-uh)
Two straps on me, yeah, Drake and Josh (bah-bah)
Ayy, shout-out to my opps (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, middle fingers to the cops (yeah)
These niggas hatin' on the kid (what?), tell these niggas stop (yeah)
I told my teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be like Glock"
Now it's a couple years later, bitch, look at your boy
I just pulled up in that Lambo truck, nearly f*cked my door
Bitch, I get that dough, I get that dough, I can get a new one
These bitches and these haters know what's up, yeah, they know it's up (Glizzock)
I be throwin' bullets just like Brady, come and catch a slug

Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady
Fry your ass like some bacon, fry your ass just like some bacon (bah)
Seen him on the E-way, flipped him, now I don't think he gon' make it
Now I ain't the type of nigga to ask for shit 'cause I'ma take it
At my spizzot, countin' mula, bitches walkin' around naked
Remember I used to share my clothes with my cousin, I used to hate it (damn)
I went, found me a plug (run it up), motherf*ck that paycheck (f*ck all of that)
Everyday I wake up (what?), I'm like, "Where that cake at?"

---

Dumbest & Dumbest

(Dumbest & Dumbest)

[Intro:]
(Ayy, Mondo done made another one)
(Sosa 808 got this beat knocking, nigga, ayy)

[Young Dolph:]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
F*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (Bitch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, baby, I'm sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

The dumbest and the dumbest, got carrots like Bugs Bunny
Memphis nigga overpaid, you can call me Mike Conley
I say I did it then I done it
Nigga, you can call me Donnie
Count my rizacks by the hunna and I put that on my momma (Bitch)
I do what I wanna (Hey)
I smoke good weed and got a darskin chick, just like Obama (For real though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O'Donnell (For real though)
Got six bad bitches in my bed, it look like Royal Rumble (Royal Rumble, Royal Rumble, oh)
I'm just havin' fun with' it
Pulled up at the club then pulled out 'cause I couldn't get my gun in it (What?)
All the bad bitches in my section, yours ain't got none in it
Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I'm like "Damn you won, nigga" ("How the hell you do that? ")

Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
F*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (Bitch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, babe, I'm sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Key Glock:]
Yeah, I know that I'm a dummy but lately been goin' dumber
Memphis nigga in LA, slammin' bitches like I'm LeBron
Yep my bankroll is humongous, I do whatever I wanna
Yep, I ball, I flex, I dress the best, I'm the number one stunna
Bitch, I just made two commas (Yeah)
Just pulled up the yellow and red 'Vette, Ronald McDonald (Uh)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, nigga, let's Royal Rumble
Yeah, I'm all about my bread, baby, I need every comma
They love and hate me like Obama
The block is hot like a sauna
Yeah, I'm drunk in love with the money
Pockets stuffed, I'm stumblin', yeah
I'm walkin' with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (Racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back and front
But I still got my own gun

[Young Dolph:]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin' (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin' (That's us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
F*cked her and her best friend, I'm just bein' honest (Bitch)
I ain't gon' do it no more, baby, I'm sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest