Death Row By Young Dolph
Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hm, and a whole lotta other *** I can’t think of right now ’cause I’m *** as ***
PaperRoute Frank
Big boss, CEO on that Suge *** (It’s Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop *** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre ***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I’m on that Pac ***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock *** (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I’m aimin’ for your top, *** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, ***
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot, *** (Uh)
Ain’t no more purple, so I’m drinkin’ yellow snot *** (‘Tussin)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis just to pop *** (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, ***, mob *** (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some *** I did (Please)
I hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his (His)
I put it all on the line ’cause I’m a gambler, *** (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought my brother a motherfuckin’ Phantom, lil’ *** (Yeah, yeah)
I kidnapped this ***, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of Wock-Wock in a pitcher of Kool-Aid (Woo)
My barber get a hundo every time I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds at the Blue Flame
Big boss, CEO on that Suge *** (It’s Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop *** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre ***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I’m on that Pac ***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock *** (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I’m aimin’ for your top, *** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, ***
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot, *** (Uh)
Pour it ’til it’s dirty (Dirty), my Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I’m swervin’ (Woah), Wock-Wock when I’m thirsty (Wock-Wock)
I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (Trap)
Ten karat solitaires got my ears hurtin’ (Rocks)
I could never, ever chase a ***, it’s not worth it
The realest *** I know is me, but I ain’t perfect
Roll past my ex-*** house flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good, but your baby daddy broke, *** (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope, *** (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope, *** (Yeah)
They call me Dolph the Goat, ***
Big boss, CEO on that Suge *** (It’s Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop *** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre ***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I’m on that Pac ***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock *** (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I’m aimin’ for your top, *** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, ***
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot, *** (That’s a lot, ***)