Young Dolph, Key Glock - Major lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, bro
Goddamn (Let the band play)
Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my seats
Bruh

Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon
(Ayy) , rocks (Hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue
(Blue) , guap (Guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube
(Tube) , socks (Socks)
For the summertime got a new
(What?) , drop (Skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad-bitch snatcher
(Ayy, come here) baby mama mad, she said
"You live like a bachelor" (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 bitch dizzy (Uh)
All my old bitches 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 shit 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)

Haha, you searchin' for fame (Damn)
I became a superstar in the dope game
(It's Dolph) found out you a hater
I can't look at you the same (Goddamn)
She said can she take a
Picture with my chain? (Goddamn)
Got two twin sisters, call 'em Yin, Yang
(Goddamn)
I wish I wouldn't've fucked that bitch
She insane (Goddamn)
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 bitches like Flavor (Flav)
These cuts in my thumb
Come from countin' paper, yeah
(Racks)
Paper Route the gang and, bitch, we a label
Uh (Gang, yeah)
New Glock with a laser, yeah
I let you meet your maker (yeah)
Then go out to Jamaica with
My motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah
I'm movin' with my
Motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah
I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah
Yeah
My pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock)

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)