Major Young Dolph (Ft. Key Glock)
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[Intro: Young Dolph]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, bro, goddamn (Let the band play)
Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my seats, bruh
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon (Ayy), rocks (Hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (Blue), guap (Guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (Tube), socks (Socks)
For the summertime got a new (What?), drop (Skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad-bitch snatcher (Ayy, come here)
Baby mama mad, she said, "You live like a bachelor" (So what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (Church)
Keep goin' up the ladder (Ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (Hey)
Told my son, "When I'm gone, you gon' be a rich lil' bastard" (Yeah)
Pointers on me hittin' (Woo), leave a bitch dizzy (Uh)
All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin' 'bout, "Why you dog me?" Yeah, yeah
"But I still miss you, can you call me?" Yeah, yeah
"I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin'," yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (Pour up, pour up)
Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (Hey), ayy
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (Uh, uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, bro, goddamn (Let the band play)
Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my seats, bruh
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon (Ayy), rocks (Hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (Blue), guap (Guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (Tube), socks (Socks)
For the summertime got a new (What?), drop (Skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad-bitch snatcher (Ayy, come here)
Baby mama mad, she said, "You live like a bachelor" (So what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (Church)
Keep goin' up the ladder (Ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (Hey)
Told my son, "When I'm gone, you gon' be a rich lil' bastard" (Yeah)
Pointers on me hittin' (Woo), leave a bitch dizzy (Uh)
All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin' 'bout, "Why you dog me?" Yeah, yeah
"But I still miss you, can you call me?" Yeah, yeah
"I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin'," yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (Pour up, pour up)
Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (Hey), ayy
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (Uh, uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)
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