(Dolph Gang, bitch) (Dolph Gang, haha) All my niggas real to me I got real brothers, Dolph Gang and they'll kill for me Lil' emo nigga really robbin' the pharmacy E4 and we pullin' up with armory All you niggas wanna die Pull up to my block, gang you do not wanna try Hit you in your dooly wanna make your mother cry Lil' hoe on my side, we like Bonnie and Clyde Bad bitch, commit felonies Cooking up dope breakin' bad talkin' chemically All you lil' niggas know my flow, it is heavenly Married to the beat, gang I'm married to the melody Britain's Got Talent, talkin' melody and bars Hunnit round drum, I'm not talking about lars Hit you in your face and I'll chef you with a shard I just caught a case so I'll stay at your yard Big guns, yeah they built like guards Bullets filled with magic likе a pack of cards Nigga you a bitch, calling me a retard [?], Got a choppa with a stick (Huh?) Nigga tryna rob, fuckin' hit him in the dick Nigga talkin' out his livеr, so we run up on his crib AK-47 finna take this nigga rib (Gang, gang) Bad bit' wanna talk to me [I will-I will speed on hitters], told that lil' ho she in love with me Look in-look in to my eyes, lil' nigga, you is scared of me Nigga-Nigga you a joke, you a whole damn parody Pop a Perc' to the '70s (Dolph Gang, bitch) Suicide [gang], told that lil' ho, "Get away from me" Creepin' in the dark, all black, ain't no Barcelon' Smokin' on your dead homie pack, he a [crisis clone] All you niggas soft, I don't really want to hear it Nigga talkin' on my ear so I turn into a spirit Turn that nigga to a ghost, I don't really like to talk That ain't nothing on your ho, she can really take it all Haha, let's go [Iluvhunt!], niggas do not want a piece of me African nigga, so you know I keep the stick on me Stay with 6teen, talk on gang then its fatality You was on the drugs, needs snap back to reality If I call you lil' bro, that mean you my pekin Say something I shoot you, got no time for seeking "I heard ern! Been cuffin' them hoes" no no I fuck that bitch, then I dip, ain't no keeping her The pekin call me poser, you really sleepin oh Niggas dickride, Minecraft, you really creep in oh Put one good slap in ya ear it leave you sleepin oh Put one good slap now a ma n' pa will feel it oh Talkin' with that detty muff you need some commion Talkin' with that detty muff you need some com- Talkin'-Talkin' with that detty muff you need some commion Me n ezerkel in the back, we smokin' opium Gang, you know on top three, always on the podium Gang, you know I'm up there, eat it on the sodium Told my baby let me get some out on here After that, right to the club, I got some party-um African dick, and she ask why did I [mismatch] If you got a problem with us [slatt], you can go dispatch Choppa put his dick and body parts, now he mix and match I can take a bitch any day, bitch [I'd hit and dash] When I go outside, I don't gotta watch my fucking back I don't know why niggas still lying, know it's fucking cap Now these niggas tryna fucking rap Feel like Nardwuar; "Doot-doot" , tryna hit his back And I'm just like Ricky, if you snitch, the shotty hit his back Shot keep on getting really picky, just don't get me mad I don't know why all the opps dying, must be really blessed Walk up in your trap, bullets flyin', and you goin' next Niggas hatin' 'cause they really know their life next One, two, then he send the Glock, then they die next Feel like Carti, if you goin' up, I'ma die lit I don't want that bitch anymore so I digressed