[Intro]
(Dolph Gang, bitch)
(Dolph Gang, haha)
[Verse: ezerkel]
All my niggas real to me
I got real brothers, Dolph Gang and they'll kill for me
Lil' emo nigga really robbin' the pharmacy
E4 and we pullin' up with armory
All you niggas wanna die
Pull up to my block, gang you do not wanna try
Hit you in your dooly wanna make your mother cry
Lil' hoe on my side, we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bad bitch, commit felonies
Cooking up dope breakin' bad talkin' chemically
All you lil' niggas know my flow, it is heavenly
Married to the beat, gang I'm married to the melody
Britain's Got Talent, talkin' melody and bars
Hunnit round drum, I'm not talking about lars
Hit you in your face and I'll chef you with a shard
I just caught a case so I'll stay at your yard
Big guns, yeah they built like guards
Bullets filled with magic likе a pack of cards
Nigga you a bitch, calling me a retard
[Verse 2: 6inxk]
[?], got a choppa with a stick (Huh?)
Nigga tryna rob, fuckin' hit him in the dick
Nigga talkin' out his livеr, so we run up on his crib
AK-47 finna take this nigga rib (Gang, gang)
Bad bit' wanna talk to me
[I will-I will speed on hitters], told that lil' ho she in love with me
Look in-look in to my eyes, lil' nigga, you is scared of me
Nigga-Nigga you a joke, you a whole damn parody
Pop a Perc' to the '70s (Dolph Gang, bitch)
Suicide [gang], told that lil' ho, "Get away from me"
Creepin' in the dark, all black, ain't no Barcelon'
Smokin' on your dead homie pack, he a [crisis clone]
All you niggas soft, I don't really want to hear it
Nigga talkin' on my ear so I turn into a spirit
Turn that nigga to a ghost, I don't really like to talk
That ain't nothing on your ho, she can really take it all
(Dolph Gang, bitch)
(Dolph Gang, haha)
[Verse: ezerkel]
All my niggas real to me
I got real brothers, Dolph Gang and they'll kill for me
Lil' emo nigga really robbin' the pharmacy
E4 and we pullin' up with armory
All you niggas wanna die
Pull up to my block, gang you do not wanna try
Hit you in your dooly wanna make your mother cry
Lil' hoe on my side, we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bad bitch, commit felonies
Cooking up dope breakin' bad talkin' chemically
All you lil' niggas know my flow, it is heavenly
Married to the beat, gang I'm married to the melody
Britain's Got Talent, talkin' melody and bars
Hunnit round drum, I'm not talking about lars
Hit you in your face and I'll chef you with a shard
I just caught a case so I'll stay at your yard
Big guns, yeah they built like guards
Bullets filled with magic likе a pack of cards
Nigga you a bitch, calling me a retard
[Verse 2: 6inxk]
[?], got a choppa with a stick (Huh?)
Nigga tryna rob, fuckin' hit him in the dick
Nigga talkin' out his livеr, so we run up on his crib
AK-47 finna take this nigga rib (Gang, gang)
Bad bit' wanna talk to me
[I will-I will speed on hitters], told that lil' ho she in love with me
Look in-look in to my eyes, lil' nigga, you is scared of me
Nigga-Nigga you a joke, you a whole damn parody
Pop a Perc' to the '70s (Dolph Gang, bitch)
Suicide [gang], told that lil' ho, "Get away from me"
Creepin' in the dark, all black, ain't no Barcelon'
Smokin' on your dead homie pack, he a [crisis clone]
All you niggas soft, I don't really want to hear it
Nigga talkin' on my ear so I turn into a spirit
Turn that nigga to a ghost, I don't really like to talk
That ain't nothing on your ho, she can really take it all
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