Young Dolph Whats Poppin

They ask me what’s the difference between me and the rest of these niggas

I ain’t shit like the rest of these niggas

Fuck these niggas, I ain’t got no sympathy. It’s time I flex on these niggas

If you ain’t worth a half a mil you can’t stand next to me nigga X2

You damn right, yup I let the streets get the best of me nigga

Got a hundred bands on me and that tec with me nigga

Uh huh, yeah that’s why I walk like this

Style on these niggas and I talk like this

Got another coupe and went and blowed another 30 on my wrist

Had 40 racks on me same day I met 2 Chainz

Quarter million dollar nigga before I ever met Gucci Mane

Niggas better go back and listen to that Welcome To Dolph World

Everything I got, bitch I got it on my own

Everybody keep asking what’s up with me and Yo Gotti

Fuck all that, let’s talk about that new Porsche I’m riding

I’m getting money, they getting money. That’s the end of that

Ya’ll know how this Memphis shit be

You doing your own thing then they don’t want to see you eat

Damn but you know me, I’m in the streets

Just killed a 50 pack of strong and still killing Squeeky beats

It’s about to be a hot summer, a lot of money, no sleep

Real niggas what’s poppin, bad bitches what’s poppin

Put your hand down, you ain’t bad bitch stop it

Hustlers what’s poppin, gangsters what’s poppin

Keep one in the chamber, nah I ain’t gotta cock it

Daddyo what’s poppin, you know how we rockin

You know we love the streets my nigga but we gotta stop it

Yo mama sick and she need you out here dog

So I’ll be damned if I let these streets take you out here dog

Hell nah, you like my big brother

Your mama like my mama, my mama like your mama

You call my daddy pops, we almost died together

Plus a lot of shit I can’t talk about, American Gangster nigga

They thought I was playing when I told them we was trapping out the mansion nigga

Stupid crib in Woodland Hills, I did that a long time ago

Real niggas, what’s poppin

Bad bitches, what’s poppin

Paper Route, what’s poppin

Young Dolph Everyday 420

[Verse 1 – Young Dolph:]

When I open up my condo all you see is smoke

And about half a hour, smoked about a half a O

I got your main bitch in my pay roll

She pick up the bone when I say so

I went and got the bitch a new Beamer, told her make sure her mouth stay closed

King pin, Memphis Ten, if I had to I’d do it again

First class in Cali, one way, send 3 bombs in 1 day

All my niggas about gun play, 30 stacks on my prom day

My trap booming every day of the week, but I’m taking off every Sunday

Dolph at the club tonight all the bad bitches gonna come out

I pull up on yo bitch, smoke a blunt with her, watch her show up

These bitches ain’t shit, the money I blow it, this shit don’t mean nothing to me

Compare me to chopper, don’t compare me to rappers, these niggas ain’t fucking with me

[Hook – Young Dolph:]

Smoking strong and sippin’, everyday 420

At the [?] running through these hundreds, fifties and twenties

Riding with that semi, drop a deuce and a twenty

Everyday we winning, everyday 420

Everyday 420, everyday we sippin’

Everyday we gettin’ it, everyday 420

Everyday we sippin’, everyday we sippin’

Everyday we sippin’, yeah

[Verse 2 – Young Dolph:]

I stay fresh as fuck, I’m on about 3 drugs

Painkillers, cough syrup and some killer buds

I drop a 8 in a 2 liter that how I mix it up

You lovin’ em bitches, then cuffin’ em bitches, them bitches ain’t nothing to us

Checks I’m fucking em up, bitches I’m doubling up

Woke up and forgot where I was, been going too hard on these drugs

Dees squared up Balenciagas, my bitch usually rockin’ red bottoms

I’m pouring up after pint, I don’t really need a baby bottle

Money don’t mean shit to me, if you a fuck nigga you a fuck nigga

Why would I fuck with new niggas and got old niggas I don’t fuck with em

I ain’t got shit for a bitch but a hard time

But if she ready to put in some work then she all mine

[Hook – Young Dolph:]

Smoking strong and sippin’, everyday 420

At the [?] running through these hundreds, fifties and twenties

Riding with that semi, drop a deuce in a twenty

Everyday we winning, everyday 420

Everyday 420, everyday we sippin’

Everyday we gettin’ it, everyday 420

Everyday we sippin’, everyday we sippin’

Everyday we sippin’, yeah

Young Dolph Kush On The Yacht

Ayy, yeah (skrrt)

Three hundred thousand dollar deposit

I never changed for a bitch (uh-uh)

Got rich, still didn’t switch (nah)

Might split a mil with the clique (yeah)

Fake love, I don’t feel that shit (I hate that shit)

I spend a dub on a fit (dizzub)

Ayy come get your girl off my dick (ugh)

My shooting guards don’t miss (nah)

I just pulled up in the six (hundred)

Fucked her and call her a Lyft (bitch)

Lil bitch I got shit to do (bitch)

I just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice (haha, pour up)

Quarter milly on me, flyin’ around Malibu (skrrt)

It’s too much ice, ridiculous (wah)

We do what we wanna, you dig it (you dig it)

My boots and my jacket Givenchy (yeah)

Might wake up and go buy a Bentley (yeah)

My neck and my wrist, they hittin’ (yeah)

Pulled out ’cause she tried to kiss me (get out)

My number in her phone then I smashed it (ugh)

Once, maybe twice, then I passed it (yeah)

Lil mama bougie and nasty (yeah)

My lil nigga robbin’ and trappin’ (yeah)

Dolph why you don’t never want to sign a major deal? (umm)

‘Cause I’m shittin’ on every nigga with a major deal (facts)

I own all my shit and I collect all of my mils (facts)

Remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal (trap)

Three bombs, one day, that’s a half a mil (trap)

Too much money up in here, no company at the crib (hahaha)

Can you get some money, fuck you, get it how you live (fuck you)

Bitch I went from sellin’ pounds to sellin’ ad-libs (it’s Dolph)

One show, two shows, three shows, four (four)

I might take that lil money and go buy a Lambo, hey

RIP my nigga Sambo (RIP)

Big money shit what I stand for (big shit)

Got the plug on speed dial, yeah (brrt)

Yeah, got your bitch on redial (hello?)

Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)

I put work (work), on my block (yeah)

Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)

Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)

Syrup in my soda pop (raw)

It’s killin’ me but I can’t stop (raw)

Yeah I’m addicted to guap (yeah)

They want me dead like Pac (hey)

Fuck ’em, go buy another car (fuck ’em)

Fuck ’em, go buy some more rocks (fuck ’em)

I’m smokin’ kush on the yacht (hah)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot (a lot)

I just pulled up on the block (hah)

Nigga like look what I got (haha)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot, yeah (a lot)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot (what he doin’?)

Lil nigga playin’ with a lot (a lot)

And I put that shit on God (on God)

Boy all that you do is ‘flauge (liar)

My niggas gon’ shoot if I nod (get ’em)

Your bitch gon’ fuck if I let her (ayy come here)

Your bitch gon’ fuck when I tell her (hah)

Gabbana my sneakers and sweater (Dolce)

She wanna feel Ferrari leather (ah)

I bought my lil boy a Tesla (Tesla)

I said, “This what you want?” he said, “Yessir” (yes sir)

Too many chains, my neck hurt (damn)

I dive in that money bitch, headfirst (woo)

Too many racks on me

Damn, man, this shit got my leg hurtin’ (damn)

I don’t want to hit your weed (why?)

Damn, man, that shit make my head hurt (hah)

Came out like it’s fashion week

Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell

I mix the Tom Ford with the Fear Of God

Guccis with the new Chanel (Dolph)

Diamonds bitin’, your bitch barkin’

Get out his way, no one can stop him

Lil nigga playin’ with a lot (a lot)

That young nigga playin’ with a lot (hey)

Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)

I put work (work), on my block (yeah)

Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)

Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)

Syrup in my soda pop (raw)

It’s killin’ me but I can’t stop (raw)

Yeah I’m addicted to guap (yeah)

They want me dead like Pac (hey)

Fuck ’em, go buy another car (fuck ’em)

Fuck ’em, go buy some more rocks (fuck ’em)

I’m smokin’ kush on the yacht (hah)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot (a lot)

I just pulled up on the block (hah)

Nigga like look what I got (haha)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot, yeah (a lot)

Young nigga playin’ with a lot

Young Dolph Slave Owner

Hit ’em with the Jab

Buddah blessed this beat

Whole lotta of drip (drip)

Money callin’ back to back so I keep takin’ trips (go get it)

Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)

Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)

Whole lotta drip (drip)

Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)

I’m a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)

I don’t like niggas (nah), I might get ’em killed (bah)

He like poppin’ pills (thirties), I like countin’ mils (ayy)

She like poppin’ pussy (twerk), I like throwin’ paper (yeah)

That boy there a pussy (swear), ’cause that nigga a hater (damn)

Show up in all black (yeah), like the Undertaker (yeah)

Designer everything, diamond watch and diamond ring (hey)

Yeah you right, I’m such a big deal (big deal)

Rolls Royce on some big wheels (uh-huh)

I had to hustle for mine, bitch I’m out the field (straight out the streets)

Ballin’ in Chiraq like I’m coach Phil (Phil Jackson)

Drop a pill in her drink like Bill (whoa)

Smash her on the first night, I bet I will (uh-huh)

You wanna get in this car, take off them heels (take them off)

A whole truck load, I just made a deal (hey, hey)

What’s the business, what’s the motherfuckin’ word? (ayy what’s poppin’?)

Put a dick in your ear, fuck what you heard (haha)

Another check just cleared, oh yeah (oh yeah)

All that hatin’ ain’t gon’ get you nowhere (woo)

Whole lotta of drip (drip)

Money callin’ back to back so I keep takin’ trips (go get it)

Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)

Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)

Whole lotta drip (drip)

Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)

I’m a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)

I don’t like niggas (nah), I might get ’em killed (bah)

He like poppin’ pills (thirties), I like countin’ mils (ayy)

All this swag on me (whoa), got a bag on me (whoa)

An eighty ball in my book bag, got a shag on me (whoa)

I let my nuts hang (yeah), I gotta sag homie (yeah)

I heard a fuck nigga got a price tag on me (hah)

Ayy come and ask me do I really give a fuck? (hell nah)

Come and ask me how much I made this month (hey)

Puerto Ricans and Jamaicans, nigga pick one (yeah)

Playin’ with these M’s, you should go and get one (uh-huh)

I smoke, I drink (drink)

I’m supposed to stop (damn), but fuck it ’cause I can’t (ayy who that?)

Met her at the bank (okay), fucked her at the penthouse (ayy)

I was fucked up but I’m the shit now (it’s Dolph)

Whole lotta of drip (drip)

Money callin’ back to back so I keep takin’ trips (go get it)

Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)

Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)

Whole lotta drip (drip)

Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)

I’m a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)

I don’t like niggas (nah), I might get ’em killed (bah)

He like poppin’ pills (thirties), I like countin’ mils (ayy)

Young Dolph Runs Thru My Blood

[Hook x2:]

This shit run thru my blood

I say this shit run thru my blood

Yeah, this shit run thru my blood

Lil’ hoes this shit run thru my blood

Take you back to year 01′, sittin’ in my apartments

Hundred thousand dollar appetite, I was starvin’

Half my partners dealin’, the other half was robbin’

One thing they had in common, they always catchin’ charges

Had my mind made, always get money regardless

And fuck goin’ to jail, long as I’m clockin’ dollars

Word got around, Lil Dolph he got that good

Niggas wanna shop but scared to come to my hood

Niggas act like pussies so I started makin’ deliveries

All in North Memphis servin’ with that forty-fifth on me

Fuck all my enemies, pussies don’t know my struggle

I started sellin’ dope to take care of my lil’ brother

[Hook x2]

Never sold soft, I never touched the hard

But word through the city, this young nigga go hard

My grandma found out I was slangin’ and it broke her heart

She caught me red handed sackin’ up in the backyard

I turned around, you right there, I didn’t know what to say

Worst day of my life seein’ them tears come down your face

She said “you gon’ be just like your daddy, and your Uncle Vick”

“They was doin’ the same shit back in ’76”

Woah, that shit fucked me up

From what my grandmomma told me – this shit run in my blood

I had to give y’all the story because it’s past due

I didn’t do it cause I want to, but because I had to

[Hook x2]

So much strong in here the fumes make you nauseous

Been runnin’ the streets so long that I’m exhausted

Hooked up with my big dog and got on that boss shit

Now a days the whole city on that Dolph shit

Turned a bale of loud to a motherfuckin’ coop

Turned a trap house to a motherfuckin’ rap booth

Told my plug this my last time, and I’m through

He said “I don’t blame you young nigga, you the truth”

Now me and my nigga DJ Squeeky makin’ history

And I’m shittin’ on these rap niggas cause they ain’t shit to me

Turned my clientele to a fuckin’ empire

Wait lemme smoke to this, where’s my lighter?

Young Dolph Knuckles

[Berner:]

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 bitches catch cash in the AM

And catcher catchin’ feelings, well, I can’t blame ’em

Fuck 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

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle

Bad bitches 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 bitches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah

All hundreds in my bundle

It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle

[Young Dolph:]

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 bitches getting active and I say les

Fuck niggas, I just don’t fuck with ’em

Call that safe sex, I’m ’bout my paycheck, yeah

I like pretty bitches 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 ass, 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

[Berner:]

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle

Bad bitches 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 bitches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah

All hundreds in my bundle

It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle

[Gucci Mane:]

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 fuckin’ 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 fuck 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

[Berner:]

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle

Bad bitches 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 bitches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah

All hundreds in my bundle

It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle

Young Dolph Sacrafices

[Hook:]

You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds

All this shit I got it come from sacrificin

My family good, and all this cake around me

Everything I got it comes from sacrificin

Sacrifices, sacrifices

You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices

Sacrifices, sacrifices

I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices

[Verse 1:]

I sacrificed my life just to feed my fam

And if I had 2 nigga I’d do it again

I sacrificed these bitches for a hunned band

She asked me can she catch my nut,

I said I’ll catch you when I can

I call my LA bitch I call you when I land

She move when I say I got her on voice command

Huh, that how I get down, that how I get around

Get messed up too far out of bounce

While I’m somewhere west spending cake out of town

[Bridge:]

Done sacrificed the last 10 years of my life

To these streets nigga that’s how I got my money right

Ask the streets about me they gonn tell you it ain’t a game

Homie, the most valuable nigga in the game

That’s why I keep that thang on me

[Hook:]

You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds

All this shit I got it come from sacrificin

My family good, and all this cake around me

Everything I got it comes from sacrificin

Sacrifices, sacrifices

You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices

Sacrifices, sacrifices

I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices

[Verse 2:]

I came into this world without a damn thang

Counting 7 at bands, and start a Paper Rap campaign

I’m just a high class, south Memphis dope boy

Hey my nigga close the door, we smoking dope boy

Did all this shit on my own, ain’t that dope boy

Only thang I fear is God and I swear I fear going broke boy

All the young niggas, they depend on me

I fucked the shit out of lil mama

She went run her mouth, now her friends want me

I just be laughing at hoes, old ratchet ass hoes

Old maggot ass hoes

A long time ago, I sacrificed all the bitches and bitch niggas

I smoked a blunt them prayed to God

To keep letting my bank account getting bigger

[Hook:]

You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds

All this shit I got it come from sacrificin

My family good, and all this cake around me

Everything I got it comes from sacrificin

Sacrifices, sacrifices

You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices

Sacrifices, sacrifices

I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices

Young Dolph Texas Kool-Aid

[Hook:]

I’m down in South Memphis drinking on that Texas Kool-aid (mud)

Out in Chi-Town drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Out in MIA drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Just like these niggas jury I swear these niggas [?]

Down in ATL drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Out in LA smoking kush and drinking Texas Kool-aid

Just like these niggas jury I swear these niggas [?]

Down in Houston, Texas drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Got piston on me, and a pint of fucking raw (mud)

Got strong in my swisher, and your bitch in my car

R.I.P Pimp C; I’m still sipping bars (the pimp)

Nigga a blind man can see that I’m a fucking star

No matter wherever I’m at I’m drinking screw juice

Out in New York City drinking on that Texas Kool-aid

Crack the sealing; I ain’t drink no H20 in two days

It’s Thursday night, so I ain’t drink no water since Tuesday (damn)

Nah I don’t sip red; I drink purp (what)

Last night I fell asleep up under your bitch skirt

Woke up this morning; brush the residue off my shirt

Now I’m headed to South Memphis, to my trap to go to work

[Hook]

[Paul Wall:]

What’s the deal; I keep it realer than a double seal

Some Norco and Xanax, triple kill

It came straight from Walgreen’s, because I’m that ill

But enough with all that dry snitching; I’m a yeild

My partner Pascal got a snow cone maker full of mud

And South Memphis drinking DJ Screw getting full of that good

Have you ever smoked a backwood extendo

Try that shit one day and have your brain froze

In Kansas City, but I’m chiefing on that coughing killer

Split these boppers then I trash em like tobacco filla

5 grams, 4 swishers; I call that a forilla

Rest in peace to my boy Big Moe; put an 8th; tell me who realer

[Hook]

Young Dolph I Need My Medicine

[Verse 1:]

I can’t even lie my nig I’m higher than I’ve ever been

Shawty I stay fresher than yo baby daddy’s ever been

7th floor Marriott me and two lesbians

Stupid kush and codeine that’s my daily medicine

I don’t do the Reggie do not insult my intelligence

Og bubble diesel them my daily fragrances

Scrilla squad my family

Young dolph my alias

Swag out this universe call me young alien

Rollin up a blunt of purple louder than Ya revered

Pour me up a cup now it’s t to take my medicine

Start when I was 16 and I ain’t stopped every since

Call the drank man and tell him I need some more medicine

[Hook:]

I Need my medicine

Og

I need my medicine

Codeine

What Ya sipping dolph?

A cup of syrup

What Ya smokin on?

A blunt of stupid purp

I Need my medicine

My flavor Ill

Where’s my medicine

I Think I left it at the crib

I need my medicine

I got the bubble guts I gotta shit

I need my medicine

And my blunt it stay super lit

[Verse 2:]

I Got og rolled up and I got purple poured up

I’m on my 7th blunt and I’m on my 4th cup

Feel like I’m on a delta flight my nigga I’m high as fuck

Waiting on dolph to fall off my Nigga you shit outta luck

All the drank gone call my boy mr t

Sky walker of in my swisher sweet

I bet you 50 racks I show you that to bitch a freak

30 minutes from the back and put that bitch to sleep

Met her down south but she say she from the east

Red bone from philly and she say her name Patrice

Dolph keep a bad bitch

Just like I keep the dro lit

Smoking chokin sippin in the booth cause my flow sick

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

I Took my medicine now I’m in saks fith drowsy

Guapoholic shopaholic I don’t do the browsing

Amy giving day I might spend a couple thousand

Pull up on yo bitch and take her back to dolph island

Never popped a pill but I can’t never sit still

Welcome to dolph world we smoke kush and crack seals

Me and Kesha stay together call us jack and Jill

Daddyo you better tell these niggas what’s the deal

Styrofoam crushed ice two liter sprite

Somebody call my bitch tell her I can’t make home tonight

Either I had too much to smoke or had too much to drink

But fuck all that call mr t I need another pint

Young Dolph Blonde & A Onion

Yeah

Yeah

I turn one (ayy) into two (ayy), I turn three (ayy) into four (ayy, million)

But I remember clear as day the days when I was broke (yup)

Sellin’ nicks and dimes right in front the corner store (for real)

Them white and blue lights pull up, take off runnin’, that’s the folks (that’s 12)

Told mama I ain’t with that starvin’ shit no more (fuck that)

You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I’m sellin’ dope (ayy who that?)

That lil nigga ’round the corner got it for the low (it’s Dolph)

You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I smashed your ho (uh)

Ball around the globe (whoa), rock a lot of gold (whoa)

I call your bitch green light shawty ’cause that bitch on go (on go)

I call all y’all niggas pussy ’cause all y’all some hoes (hah)

She looked me up and down and she said what the fuck are those? (drippy)

Fucked her on the top floor now she loungin’ in my robe (yeah)

I can’t trust a nigga ’cause that’s just the way it goes (for real)

I can’t fuck with you lil nigga, I heard that you told

Got a ghetto East Oakland bitch, I call her Keyshia cole (ayy ayy ayy)

Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)

Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)

Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)

High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)

Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)

You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)

Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)

Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)

Ayy what you doin’?

Me and my white bitch just smoked a whole zip (stankin’)

Too much ice on me, damn I gave the bitch the chills (woo)

Found out that he wasn’t real, that shit brought me to tears (damn)

Found out her booty wasn’t real and I didn’t give a damn (haha)

What’s that on your back girl, that thing look like a ham (fat)

She said she get it from her mama, I said bitch you lyin’ (you lyin’)

A hundo for my time (a huncho), they like how I shine, hey

Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)

Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)

Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)

High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)

Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)

You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)

Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)

Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)

Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion

Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion

When we walk in, that’s a lot of money

A whole lot of drip, uh-huh, that’s how I’m comin’