Scream, drop that shit
I'm gone
Everything I got, man, I got it on my own
In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong
Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone
Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone
Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong"
But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone
Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home
But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone
We smoking Gucci locs, welcome to Dolph world
Shawty say her nigga ain't shit, she wanna be Dolph girl
Now everywhere I go, they say Young Dolph bring a large crowd
My bitch quiet and freaky, my smoke sack pretty and extra loud
We smoking Gucci locs, welcome to Dolph world
Shawty say her nigga ain't shit, she wanna be Dolph girl
Now everywhere I go, they say Young Dolph bring a large crowd
My bitch quiet and freaky, my smoke sack pretty and extra loud
The hottest nigga in the city, the rest of these niggas mild
Dolph in and out the city, so Dolph money come in piles
Dolph in and out the trap, so Dolph money come in pounds
Dolph don't go to the circus, so I don't fuck with the clowns
I'm doing eighty, rolling up the stanky on the freeway
Pour up me a four, go to the club, fuck with the DJ
Call me Young Dolph or you can call me Young Now and Later
The bitches always give it to me now 'cause there ain't no later
I'm gone
Everything I got, man, I got it on my own
In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong
Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone
Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone
Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong"
But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone
Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home
But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone
I'm high as hell, I think I'm hearing shit, it's just my phone
I'm smoking on this stupid stanking OG, got me stoned
That shit you smelling eight hundred a zone, that's my cologne
I gave auntie a joint to smoke, she said that shit too strong
My reefer bill eight thousand a month because I'm sprung
Let Cheech and Chong hit my blunt
They damn near coughed up they lungs
I took nothing, turned it into something, made it happen
I got that loud in, I can't even control the traffic
I keep a couple codeines just to chase my smoking habit
What you know 'bout out the kitchen, late night traffic?
Been in the kitchen all this time, ain't touched the stove yet
Hard work pays off and I ain't broke a sweat
I'm gone
Everything I got, man, I got it on my own
In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong
Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone
Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone
Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong"
But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone
Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home
But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone
I must confess that Mary Jane, bitch, I love her, man
She keep me in the Gucci store spending rubber bands
Pop the trunk, grab the black Gucci duffel bag
Keep bubble kush, the hood call me Bubble Man
The white girl cool, but I don't trust her, man
She got these niggas out here snitching, I'm like fuck her, man
Smoking OG, waiting on this mid from Phoenix, dog
Sell a twenty pack and spend it all in Lenox Mall
Damn, this track is stupid squeaky, I ain't wanna brag on it
I made it even stupider once Dolph threw his swag on it
I woke up feeling born, I rolled a blunt and grabbed them stacks
Nigga, I called my plug and doubled back and spent that on a Mac
I'm gone
Everything I got, man, I got it on my own
In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong
Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone
Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone
Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong"
But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone
Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home
But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone
I'm out of here
Like last year, the year before that, and the year before that
Still burning thrax
Young Dolph
Paper Route Entertainment
Stove Squad
Yeah
What's happening?
Hollis, it's your boy
The hottest artist in the city
You know what it is
South Memphis, Tennessee, stand up
Yeah
It's Dolph
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