|
Tric Or Treat Lyrics - Artist : Young Dolph
Once upon a time was a little nigga from south Memphis, uh
I think they call him Dolph (Dolph) About 2009 a lil' nigga started rappin' But he said he gonna be his own boss (Yeah) 2010 he dropped his first real mix tape "Welcome 2 Dolph World" and he took off (Gone) Wait, pause let me slow down a second (Hold up) Ask Lil Wook I came in the game reckless Ask the fuck niggas I came in the game flexin' Hmm, yeah he came in the game flexin' (Ha) I remember 2011 major label came at me And they tried to give me two mil (Wait a minute) I gave him a handshake looked him in his eyes Said, "Nah, but I'll talk to you in two years" (Gone) Ask every bad bitch in Memphis, they gon' tell you That he smoked the best weed (Bags) And he got the sack (Facts) Them lil' niggas can't pull up like me (How?) With a hunnit niggas And a hunnit racks The streets ain't never seen no shit like it (Uh-uh) My first show ever made him give me five thousand (Uh) Right there in my city and I threw it in the crowd Been turnt ever since, bitch (Bitch) Look at me now (Uh) I remember after that night I told my mama that your son 'bout to be a star (Yeah-yeah) Fell asleep plenty other nights On that sofa in your garage It my race car (Yeah-yeah) All the bad bitches on my radar (Yeah) Pull up by myself with the AR (Skrrt) Come through in a coupe like "Hey ya" (We're poppin') That young nigga don't play Dolph (It's Dolph) That young nigga don't play fair (It's Dolph!) Two million cash but I don't stay there (It's Dolph!) Had the racks in the cage, never lay there (Woo) Treat the trap house like a daycare (My playground) I'm the one taught all these young niggas How to say "Fuck your big homie, go get you a plug" (Fuck 'em) Dolph why you had all them Grizzly players Smokin' all that gas and guess where it came from (Trap) Yeah I brought all of the drips to the city These lil' niggas wasn't even on this shit yet I came in this bitch rockin' Prada and Gucci and Dolce And talkin' 'bout ownership, yeah I just love stackin' this shit up I like how it look I play with it, like Legos (Stack it up) Full of that drink I DM'd Rihanna Told her let's go spend a half a mil on Rodeo Heh, real rich nigga How you know you're rich nigga? 'Cause I got rich niggas on my payroll! (Ahh) My lil' boy in kindergarten went to school Wearin' Gucci, told his classmate "Yeah, these my play clothes" (Damn) It's a celebration, need me some, hey somebody call Jigga Tell him that I need fifty case load (Damn) Me and all of the gang (Gang) Gon' drink all that shit And pour all the rest on the floor Type of shit rich niggas do when they winnin' and livin' Remember the days they was broke! Boy got so many motherfuckin' diamond chain He can tie them together and start jumpin' rope Came in this bitch with my back against the wall The only major rapper in my city that came in the game That really, really, really, really had big racks in the wall I got tired of watches, then I started buyin' cars I got tired of cars, then I started buyin' property Trap nigga out here playin' real life Monopoly Dolph you be too fresh, why don't you start modelin'? Naw, I'd rather keep these model bitches on top of me Heh, and tell these rap niggas stop copyin' (I see you) I want sixes on the Cullinan, halloween (Halloween) Trick or treat motherfucker Everyday, though Real life shit Everyday shit All facts shit Straight up and down shit Nah mean Yeah-yeah |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |