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[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you
I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people

Want every thought to be golden or fire
I could be made out of truth, not some liar
Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me

Give me a fever, show me some reason
Love me whenever it’s out of season
Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you
I see you
I see you

I see you, and it’s unclear
I need you to show you’re here
Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing

Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you
I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people

Want every thought to be golden or fire
I could be made out of truth, not some liar
Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me

Give me a fever, show me some reason
Love me whenever it’s out of season
Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you
I see you
I see you

I see you, and it’s unclear
I need you to show you’re here
Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing

Another Friday night
There’s a line of cars leaving
Home team’s got an out of towner
Me, I’m sitting on the hood of mine drinking
I’m just a parking lot down and outer
Under that high school bleacher
I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
Her mama was my homeroom teacher
And her dad was hell bent on saving me
Yeah, I’m sure there’s higher highs
Where the high risers rise
But me, I’m gonna sit right here tonight, and
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I never had big city eyes
Hell, I’ve never been east of Dallas
Got no idea where you are now
Or if you ever got that penthouse palace
No, Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
Got no gas in his neon light
But he’s got two for one ’til two tonight
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down here
Is lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz

[Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Like what that shit do, yeah

[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

[Verse 2: Problem]
Your money funny you a clown
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling
Woo, like Flair
When I’m done they always ask
How you do dat there?
Word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lift, reppin’ Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
P burnin’, no Syphilis
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?

[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding
My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
I’ma slam the scraper
You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
These hoes thanking it’s snow
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!