Major (Explicit)

Major (Explicit) - Young Dolph/Key Glock

Hold up hold up hold up hold up break that down

Ayy bruh don't get that s**t on my sheets bruh

Mobbin' in the Bentley smokin' moon rocks

Hey

Pocket full of motherf**kin' blue

Blue

Guap guap

Half an ounce in my Gucci tube

Tube

Socks socks

For the summertime got a new

What

Skrrt

Trapper slash rapper slash bad b***h snatcher

Ayy come here

Baby mama mad she say you live like a bastard

So what

Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor

Church

Keep goin' up the ladder

Ayy

They mad make 'em madder

Hey

Told my son when I'm gone you gon'

Be a rich lil bastard

Yeah

Pointers on me hittin'

Woo

Leave a b***h dizzy

Uh

All my old b***h feelin' salty yeah yeah

In my DM talkin' 'bout why you dog me

Yeah yeah

But I still miss you can you call me

Yeah yeah

I heard ain't s**t change that you still ballin' yeah yeah

She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens

Pour up pour up

Smugglin' narcotics was my calling

Hey

Ayy

Fours on the Mercedes that's major

Uh uh

Whole gang going crazy that's major

Uh uh

Millions on the table that's major

Uh uh

I turned dirt into diamonds that's major

Uh huh

Hah hah you searchin' for fame

D**n

I became a superstar in the d**e game

It's Dolph

Found out you a hater I can't look at you the same

Godd**n

She said can she take a picture with my chain

Godd**n

Got two twin sisters call 'em yin yang

Godd**n

I wish I wouldn't've f**ked that b***h she insane

Godd**n

Alexander McQueen on me ain't got a stain

Yeah yeah

Turned to the plug my life ain't never been the same

Yeah yeah

Fours on the Mercedes that's major

Uh uh

Whole gang going crazy that's major

Uh uh

Millions on the table that's major

Uh uh

I turned dirt into diamonds that's major

Uh huh

Fours on the Mercedes that's major

Uh uh

Whole gang going crazy that's major

Uh uh gang

Millions on the table that's major

Uh uh woo

I turned dirt into diamonds that's major

Uh huh

House full of b***h like flavor

Flav

These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper yeah

Racks

Paper route the gang and b***h we a label

Gang yeah

New Glock with a laser yeah I let you meet your maker

Yeah

Then go out to Jamaica with my motherf**kin' rastas yeah yeah

I'm movin' with my motherf**kin' shottas yeah yeah

I walk in pop my motherf**kin' collar yeah yeah

A pistol in the motherf**kin' party

Party

Glock

Party

Fours on the Mercedes that's major

Uh uh

Whole gang going crazy that's major

Uh uh gang

Millions on the table that's major

Uh uh

I turned dirt into diamonds that's major

Uh huh

Fours on the Mercedes that's major

Uh uh

Whole gang going crazy that's major

Uh uh

Millions on the table that's major

Uh uh

I turned dirt into diamonds that's major

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh