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Young Dolph – Tric Or Treat Lyrics

Tric Or Treat By Young Dolph Lyrics

Zone 6 nigga, pryrex whippin’ whippin’ pryrex, yeah
Check me out

Once upon a time it was a lil nigga from south memphis
Umm I think they call ’em Dolph
About 2009 that lil nigga started rappin’ but he said he gonna be his own boss
2010 he jumped his first mixtape “welcome to Dolph world” and he took off
Wait, pause let me slow down a second
Ask lil wook I came in the game reckless
Ask the fuck nigga I came in the game flexing
Yeah he came in the game flexing
I remember 2011 a major label came at me and they tried to give me a 2 mill (wait a minute)
I gave him a hand shake and looked ’em in his eyes
And said nah but I’lltalk to you in 2 years
Ask every bad bitch in memphis and the gonna tell you he smoke the best weed
And he got the sack
And them lil niggas can’t pull up like me
With a hunnind nigga and hunnid racks
The streets ain’t never seen no shit like that
My first shoe ever made them give me 5 thousand
Rep it in my city and throw it in the crowd
I been turned up every since bitch, look at me now
I remember after that night I told my moma that your son about to be a star
Fell asleep plenty of night’s on that circular garage in my race car
All the bad bitch on my radar
Pull up by myself with the ar
Come through in a coupe like hey y’all
That young nigga don’t play dog
That young nigga don’t play fair
2 mill in cash but I don’t stay there
Got the racks in the cage never lay there
Treat the trap house like a day care
I’m the one who taught all these young niggas
How to say fuck your big homie and go get you a plug
Dolph why you had all the grizzlies players
Smokin’ all that gas, guess where it came from
Yeah, I bought all the drip to the city
These lil niggas wasn’t even on this shit yet
I came in this bitch rockin’ prada and gucci
and doche and talking about ownership yeah
I just love to stay this shit up I like how it look I play with it like legos
Full of the drink, I dm rihanna told here let’s go spend a half of mill’ on rodayos
Real rich nigga, how you know you rich nigga, ’cause I got rich niggas on my playroll
My lil boy in kindergarden went to school wearing gucci told his classmate yeah these my play cloths
That’s a celebration I need me some ace
Somebody call jigga tell ’em I need 50 case loads
Me and all of the gang gonna drink all that shit and pour all of the rest on the floor
Type of shit rich niggas do
When they winning and living remember them days
They ewas broke
Boy got so many mothfuckin’ diamond chains
He can tie them together and start jumping rope
Came in this bitch with my back against the wall
The only major rapper in city that came in the game that really, really, really, really had big racks in teh wall
I got tired of buying watches I started buying cars
I got tired of cars then started buying property
Champ nigga out there playing real life monopoly
Dolph you be too fresh why you don’t start modeling
Nah, I really keep these model bitches on top of me
Haa, tell these rappers niggas stop copying
I see you on the 6’s on the colonine halloween, haa ahh haa ahh

Trick or treat motherfucker
Every day through, real life shit
Everyday shit, all facts shit
Straight up and down shit, nah mean
yeah, yeah