Yeah yeah yeah it's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off
Drop the racks off
Bad ***** in my car
Takin' her panties off
We know you real soft (real soft)
That's real talk
This is for my *****s
That get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic
Neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele
Clientele jumpin' think I'm on to somethin'
I never had nothin'
That's why I'm always stuntin' (yeah)
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn't
You ever seen three million in cash *****
In all hundreds
Shut the spot down
I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family
Then you're my type of *****
I might sit down and trap
And count some millions with you (woah)
Dolph Gabbana can't do nothing with a broke hoe
Can't trust a *****
Because where I'm from they cut throat
You play ball, sell *****
Or you cooking **** (which one)
If it ain't bout big money
Then I ain't who you lookin' for
Neighbors knockin' at my door
Ask what's that loud smell?
Draco, aimin' at my peephole
Ain't bout no violence
They gon' tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells
He poppin' that lame *****t
The chopper shoot like it's a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot
And I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn 'em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I'm in the dark, connivin'
Bombin', Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin'
Smokin' on poison ivy
Bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I'm with Dolph we divin'
Slippery diamonds slidin'
***Lyrics are from third-parties***