Dolce Gabbana

Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet
Neva going broke I'ma ball like an athlete
Serving the chickens like Zaxby's
Drop off a box with a 10 piece
Candler Road dope hold serve out the window
Hunnid pies on the way, the plug just sent 'em
Jump in the pot turn my wrist to a blender
Fuck all that talking I'm straight in her dental
Ride in a foreign, money on my mental
Flip that lil' bitch then I'm back to the money
I put that money over everything, serving that dope to my aunties and uncles
I got the back-end in, nigga quit fronting
Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana
Hoodrich nigga don't want nun but them hunnids
Ride with the stick and that bitch hold a hunnid

Ride with that stick like I'm 'posed to
AK, AR, I don't give a damn that my go-to
1'5, Candler yeah we having folk too
Nigga try to be with the gang through them Pro Tools
Why drop my top? I got rid of the sunroof!
Louis V on my feet kicking 1'2
Running thru all these bands I been countin' through
Watch how these niggas gon' doubt you
Jump out the Porsche got a bag
Nigga ain't never going broke, got them racks in the grass
And we got them babies like dad
30 round stuffed in the mag
Backpack I take the shit out the bag
Backpack ride in the Beam or the Jag
Back-back we ain't ever going out sad
Scratch-that, back-end coming in fast

I fucked that bitch and I'm fresh I'm in Dolce Gabbana
D&G, uh!
Got cash money like CMV
Can't stop, won't stop, nigga going hard like concrete, uh!
Big condo on 14th street, at the top of that bitch we can see!
Got 8 gold chains on wet like some pee
I'm smoking Runtz don't smoke OG
I'm still in the trap and I might serve your unc'
Too many racks my pockets got lumps
I come from a crumb
I could not help but to stunt
Foreign, my trunk in the front
Yea, I get the back in the front
But I'm not cuffing a slut
Got old money, Harriet Tut'
I'm finna run up them M's, you widdit or what?

Yung Mal

Dolce Gabbana

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