Yeah
It's Dolph
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie, and a cup of ice
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie
Yeah
It's 3 PM, eighty degrees outside
I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sittin' outside the corner store
Six-figure car ain't got no business in this area
If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother (Goddamn)
We trapped together, then that's my motherfuckin' brother (That's my dog)
I pay her bills and buy her designer, but I don't love her (Ayy, what you need, lil' mama?)
She just play her part when it's time to smuggle (Ayy, you ready?)
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (Skrrt)
I got a sweet tooth, but I stay away from suckers (For real, though)
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (We eatin' good)
I fucked her in rush-hour traffic, Chris Tucker (Hah)
Everybody screamin', "Gang, gang, gang" (Gang)
Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang (Gang)
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chain?
If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane (Hey)
'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (Yeah)
They stopped me in the airport, had too many Benjis on me (Franklins)
They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball
Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
Young nigga stay focused (Yeah)
But I really wanna crash (Damn)
Think about where you at (Okay)
Then think about your past (You right)
Yeah, I really came from shit (Yeah)
But I won't change for shit (Nah)
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways (Yeah)
My wrist say I been getting paid (Yeah)
A hundred shots (A hundred shots), a hundred shots (A hundred shots)
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (Skrrt)
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (Hey, hey)
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (Yeah)
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (Blaow, blaow)
I got so high last night, I did a show on Mars (Woo)
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
My pinky ring extra large (Yeah)
Foreigns all in the garage (Woah)
Remember my first ménage (Yeah)
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (Yup)
I'm shoppin' for diamonds at Tiffany's (Tiffany's)
Nah, I don't got no sympathy (Nah)
She blew my whistle like a referee (Wet)
Broke Black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
Until I found out that recipe (Woo)
Started gettin' 'bout ten a week (Ten)
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (Yup)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (Yup)
Backseat, smokin' good weed (Gelato)
A hundred shots (A hundred shots), a hundred shots (A hundred shots)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
You not welcome at my trap if you don't shop (Ayy, get out, bro)
Before you come through that back door, you better knock (Ayy, get the door)
They been waitin' on this gangster shit to drop (Bulletproof)
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (Hey, hey)
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Self-made millionaire, oh, what a feeling (Yeah, yeah)
My niggas came from dealin' (Ayy)
Fuck nigga, get out your feelings (Ayy)
Your bitch gave me sexual healin' (Woo)
Guess who just walked in the buildin'? (It's Dolph)
Came out with six bitches (What?)
My uncle said that's pimpin' (Church)
My diamonds always hittin' (Uh)
You lookin' for your bitch, she with me, nigga, she ain't missin' (Nah)
I told you, fuck nigga, stay out my way, but you didn't listen (Stupid-ass niggas)
Big rocks (Hey, hey), in my watch (In my watch)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (Haha)
A hundred shots (Hundred shots), a hundred shots (A hundred shots)
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Yeah
It's Dolph
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Hey, hey
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