1 Scale Young Dolph (Ft. G Herbo)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Let the band play)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & G Herbo]
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop 'em by the pairs (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)
I got your bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up