Young Dolph - Death Row lyrics

Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hm, and a whole lotta other
Shit I can't think of
Right now 'cause I'm high as fuck
PaperRoute Frank

Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to
Back on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top
Bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you
Jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in
My cup, that's a lot, bitch
(Uh)

Ain't no more purple
So I'm drinkin' yellow snot bitch ('Tussin)
Got some choppers, got a plug
Then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis
Just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga
Mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get
Cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and
Tell 'em that the world his (His)
I put it all on the
Line 'cause I'm a gambler, nigga
(yeah, yeah) just bought my brother
A motherfuckin' Phantom, lil' nigga
(yeah, yeah) i kidnapped this bitch
She let her phone stay dead for three days
(Damn) i just poured a eight of Wock
Wock in a pitcher of Kool-Aid (Woo)
My barber get a hundo every time
I get a new fade blue Aventador
Blue diamonds at the Blue Flame

Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to
Back on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top
Bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you
Jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in
My cup, that's a lot, bitch
(Uh)

Pour it 'til it's dirty
(Dirty) , my Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money
They ain't gotta worry (Uh, uh)
Forgis when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock Wock when I'm thirsty (Wock Wock)
I'ma count paper when the
Birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karat solitaires got my ears hurtin'
(Rocks) i could never, ever chase a bitch
It's not worth it
The realest motherfucker I know is me
But I ain't perfect
Roll past my ex-bitch house
Flexin' on purpose (Haha)
You look good, but your baby daddy broke
Bitch (yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope, bitch
(yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope
Bitch (yeah)
They call me Dolph the Goat, bitch

Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to
Back on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top
Bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you
Jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in
My cup, that's a lot, bitch
(That's a lot, bitch)