Young Dolph

SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch

Famous Dex – Read About It (Intro) Lyrics

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Ridin’, cruisin’, with the windows down
Just copped a-
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Esketit
I’ma monster you can see it (whoo)
All these bitches wanna fuck-

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Wait, your [censored] a thottie (wha)
She just wants to kick it, I don’t know karate (whata)
But the [censored] so good, the [censored] so great
Guess what? Her neck off her body (gang, gang)

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Two bitches they into me
I thinking they feeling me (I think’-)

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A whoo, yea (a what)
Adidas on me like I’m DMC (a what)
A yea, what
Your bitch wanna hang on me

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I get the drip from my walk, my baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph

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I’m smoking on dope, real fu dope, I got it from Dion
Free Guwop, I had to say the shit two times

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I’m runnin’ ’round in a Uber
I took your bitch, you a loser

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I wish a nigga would tryna trap me (I wish a nigga would)

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A wha’
Pull up in a foreign so quick (skrt, skra)
Fly first, lookin’ so ohh (so ohh)
Cameras down why don’t you [?] (they wha’)
Bad, bad, baby girl, [?]
I got my 30, you know I never lackin’
Run up on me and it’s crackin’
I get the money I bag it
You say you got money, lil homie what happened
Dexter

Hell yea, you-you-you got to
You got to give-
There won’t be no Dexter if there was no Nas
You gotta, you-
If you don’t respect the OGs then fuck you
You gotta respect Snoop, Ice Cube
Just c’mon
You [?] get your facts right
You gotta respect WuTang, you gotta, you can’t
You gotta respect them. Mob
You gotta respect that
Redman, Method Man, you gotta respect them
C’mon. No, we speak facts bro

Knuckles – Berner feat. Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Berner – Knuckles

I’m dumb rich, these suckers can’t touch me
The Bern means power with the chopper, so lovely
No hand outs, I got here with nothing
The bezel and the band on my wrist straight bustin’
I got perks from the Asians, guns from the Russians
The VVS’s on my chain dancing all custom
I got cookie out in London, bags of blue hundreds
Packs in the trunk, dude want ’em fronted
Stripper b*tches catch cash in the AM
And catcher catchin’ feelings, well, I can’t blame ’em
f*ck the club dog, I’d rather stay in
I got stacks to count, plug these bags just came in
Underground and I like that
Flip a hundred fast, yeah I’m right back
Where the light dips
We squeeze outdoor P’s and count a nice check
The sharks in the water and I ain’t tryna die yet.(knuckles)

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

I’m smoking weed while I’m getting dressed
Talking on the phone while I’m getting neck
I got now and I got next
I take how it come, cash or the check
You ask me what we smokin’ and I say the best
Got bad b*tches getting active and I say les
f*ck niggas, I just don’t f*ck with ’em
Call that safe s*x, I’m ’bout my paycheck, yeah
I like pretty b*tches that can roll weed up
I can show you niggas how to run them G’s up
I been broke before so I don’t want no dealings
Told the car salesman I don’t want no ceilings
Pop another bottle, pocket full of dollars
All that a*s, she remind me of Ms. Parker
Yeah I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back
Boy I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle versuri-lyrics.info
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

Zone 6 flow, the bay to the 6 ho
Fresh as a fashion show, we gon’ go pistachio (loco)
This what you asked for so broomstick up your asshole
I take your future from you, what I need a mask for?
I dropped that bag bro, they might snatch up your dad so
You went out sad bro, I guess that’s what you’re mad for
I pull in a f*ckin’ all red drop Rolls
Scorin’ like a red nose pit on the Forgio’s
What about the bad times, ain’t forgot those
I was the snotty nose youngin with the old clothes
Young Dolph, I love that nigga like my brother yo
I f*ck with Berner ’cause he represent the struggle yo
Fresh out the pen and I got marks all on my knuckles so
Ask around, I’m the money and the muscle ho
You just a poodle, I’m a wolf without the mussle ho
And y’all niggas is cameltoe, don’t make me bust your canteloupe.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggleee.
Berner lyrics
Video Berner

100 shots – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – 100 shots

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, 80 degrees outside
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
Six figure client, got no business in this area.(100 shots)

If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherf*ckin’ ‘nother
We trapped together than that’s my motherf*ckin’ brother
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
I f*cked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
She said can she f*ck me with my diamond chains?
If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
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 versuri-lyrics.info
But I really want to crash
Think about where you at
Then think about your past
Yeah, I really came from s**t
But I won’t change for s**t
My b*tch say I’m stuck in my ways
My wrist say I been getting paiddd.

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)
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah).

She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Your b*tch ate my d*ck, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
Foreigns all in the garage
Remember my first menage (yeah)
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
No, 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 (yeah, woo)
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato).

A 100 shots, a hundred shots
How the f*ck 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 s**t to drop (bulletproof)
Even them f*ck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
How many d*cks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
f*ck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
Your b*tch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
Came out with six b*tches (wet)
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
You lookin’ for your b*tch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
I told you f*ck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid a*s niggas, yeah)
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks.

A 100 shots, a 100 shots
How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Yeah, it’s Dolph
How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shotsss?
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Young Dolph – 100 Shots Lyrics

[Intro]
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, 80 degrees outside
I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore
Six figure client got no business in this area

[Verse 1]
If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother
We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
Everybody screaming gang gang gang
Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains
If I ain’t in the bank then I’m on the plane
‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall
Young nigga stay focused
But I really want to crash
Think about where you at
Then think about your past
Yeah I really came from shit
But I won’t change for shit
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways
My wrist say I been getting paid

[Refrain]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops
My role model used to get a hundred blocks
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob

[Verse 2]
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars
My pinky ring extra large
Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage
Yeah, Tori and Brittany
I’m shopping for diamonds at Tiffany’s
No, I don’t got no sympathy
She blew my whistle like a referee
Broke black nigga, remember me?
Until I found out that recipe
Started getting about ten a week
Finger on the trigger when I sleep
Yeah nigga, I rather you than me
Backseat, smoking good weed

[Refrain]
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

[Verse 3]
You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop
Before you come through that back door you better knock
They been waiting on this gangster shit to drop
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million?
Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling
My niggas came from dealing
Fuck nigga get out your feelings
Your bitch gave me sexual healing
Guess who just walked in the building?
Came out with six bitches
My uncle said that’s pimpin’
My diamonds always hittin’
You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen
Big rocks in my watch
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks

[Refrain]
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?

I pray for my enemies – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – I pray for my enemies

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s.

I just left the trap, pulled up at her house
Now she in my lap, no panties under blouse
She say ‘hol’ up’, she want me watch her make it clap
You used to have a nigga she met me and pulled him out
You see a real trap nigga, b*tch on the map
I saw my first 100 pounds of weed and said ‘wow’
A 100 mill in ten years, now I’m thinkin’ right now
The last three years my main dawg been on the run
My lil’ nigga right here with me, he just made bond
She used to hold my palm, yes she my day one
And she f*ck me good ever since day one.

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t want to leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s.

I pray for my opps, my diamonds hopscotch
I feel like I’m in the movie Belly and I’m Ox
Just pulled up at the spot
Now look what I just got
I wake up in the morning and go buy my young nigga a drop
RIP J Money, free all my niggas on lock
They tried to do me like they did Kennedy
I ain’t mad at cha, I pray for my enemies
I learned how to weigh up dope, takin’ chemistry
2017 Dolph made history
All this f*cking swag on me came from Italy
I been doin’ this shit y’all niggas remember me.

I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessey
Boujee b*tch with pornstar tendencies
I put her on a plane to come and visit me
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave
Already know my haters sick of me
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’sss.
Young Dolph lyrics
Video enemies

Run it up – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – Run it up

Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it up
run it up, run it up
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it up
run it up, run it up
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it up
run it up, run it upp
Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it up
run it up, run it up.

You can’t kick it with me if you ain’t a hustla
You can’t smoke out with me, I heard you a busta
You lie too much so I can’t trust ya
You hangin’ with some f*ck niggas, so It’s motherf*ck ya, aye
I told my niggas we was gon’ get rich together
I told momma “momma we gon’ be rich forever”
I can’t f*ck with a nigga that don’t want shit
She get her own money, damn that’s my counter b*tch
The plug prices was too high so I crossed the map
He saw me flexin’ now he lookin’ awful now.

Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp.

While you was at the house with the b*tch cuddled up
I was on the block in the trap running it up
I can’t chase a b*tch, I’m chasing commas bruh
Real niggas see eye to eye and you not one of us
Real niggas we don’t make excuses versuri-lyrics.info
They say flipper he ain’t too hard, he abusive
When it comes to the trap shit, I just do it
Million dollar play, watch me execute it
I can’t sleep for too long, I might miss some
Trap phone start jumpin’ bout six some.

Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upp
Quit b*tchin’ nigga, run it upp
run it upp, run it upppp.

Young Dolph lyrics
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Meech – Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – Meech

Yea my bitch she bad, all my niggas rich.
I got work for cheap, damn I feel like meech.
Two tone wraith, on some big feet, I f*cked her to sleep.
B*tch I’m back in the street, mama put me out,
I’m straight out the trap,
Stuffed a hundred in a box and send it across the map.
I’m geeked up on than lean
Countin while you sleep.
Everybody eat damn I feel like meech.

My car don’t got a top, this money when I talk.
Got a beam on my glock and I’m drinkin roc.
Lil mama so fine I went up in that pus*y raw,
Then I f*cked her friend she said you a dog.
I heard they want me dead so I’m flexin even harder.
I pull in in that ferrari rocking alotta water.
F*ck the other side, it’s a homicide,
Numbers done lie, my trap on fire.
Everytime you see me I be lit as f*ck.
In the strip club throwin that sh*t up.
I feel like shawty lo, I’m the man
Two steppin countin paper thats my money dance.

Yea my bitch she bad, all my niggas rich.
I got work for cheap, damn I feel like meech.
Two tone wraith, on some big feet, I f*cked her to sleep.
B*tch I’m back in the street, mama put me out,
I’m straight out the trap,
Stuffed a hundred in a box and send it across the map.
I’m geeked up on than lean
Countin while you sleep.
Everybody eat damn I feel like meech.

Damn I feel like meech, I think we bmf,
Slamming all these pounds I need a championship belt
Pull up, pick up, pull out, drop out
Cough syrup, no cough, throw up.
Yea I come from a place where they don’t make it out,
Young nigga snoutin pills ready to take you out.
My b*tch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavali every tuesday,
Manage wit her shippin for real,
I got ya b*tch skinny dippin at the crib.
I’m servin and countin, smokin ounces
I just made a place trap for 300k.
Young Dolph lyrics
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Drop it off – Young Dolph feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – Drop it off

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell
I gotta put you down by my clientele.(drop it off)

Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’
My right hand man was .. when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) .. Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele.

Colasso, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door askin’ what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Osama Bin Laden, under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we slidin’.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeahhh yeahhh)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clienteleee.(drop it off)
Young Dolph lyrics
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Famous Dex – Drip From My Walk (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody keep asking me how I get the drip. How I get drip this? How I get drippy that? How I get drip that? How I be fly this? How I be fucking bitches that? They say how I got all the drip? But look

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
My baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph
We touch the plug down for the cough
Im sippin’ on lean till I fall
My diamonds they shine, they Rick Ross
I hop in the foreign, get lost
(Oh Man Goddamn)
2 bitches they calling me drippy
I fuck them and then we get drippy
My 30, it shoot, Scottie Pippen
Im sippin’ on lean till I’m sleepy
I pop me 2 pills I get geeky
I got a lil bitch her name Kiki
I think that lil bitch Puerto Rican
She chill at my crib for the weekend
3 grams in my Wood like a boss
My diamonds they shine with a floss
My foreign it float like a ghost
I hop in that bitch and get lost
My money is starting to get tall
I walk in the mall buy it all
My drippy it came in the sauce
I get the drip from my walk

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Run Ricky
Straight neck, I don’t do the hickeys
Nigga stupid if he try to stick me
Leave a pussy nigga drippy-drippy
Aw man, fuck it up
All my young niggas they run it up
Can’t leave the room till we add it up
Bag it up, I get that drip from my sister
I get that speed from the fisker
Old heads lookin’ at Boat like the sinister
Young niggas look at Lil Boat like the minister
Just made a 30 while fucking on Jennifer
Dex and Lil Boat, we go way back
Niggas where fools go A-Track
If I bring you a four I need eight back, drippy-drippy
Boat so young she had to hit up Ricky
Dripping sauce, feel it in your kidneys
Young nigga had a real epiphany
Before a nigga had a mili
And I ball like a player
Got a Benz in my lair
These niggas want me to flip flop
In her throat like a cough drop

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk