DHL

Lyrics

[Intro] (Project, p-project, project) Yeah, let's go (Yeah) Come on (Yeah) You know they workin' with Molly [Verse] I get them racks in and I'm hitting that dope Packs in, like bitch you're froze I'm always knowing why you doing the most You only win when you doing the most Can't settle 'round like these lame ass bums He just gotta' trust gang and talk 'bout the gun These bitches so broke, can't even buy themselves gum (That shit sad) I've been countin' up, I need a new thumb Got a bad bitch, say she got a bubble butt Cappin' me, yeah, you're my son and sun Pray to the sky, every Sunday Sun Thank the Lord, that am one of one Try to copy, but I be catchin' on Place 'em up, like a fucking couch crumb That's what they is, dummy I is what I'm 'posed to be I get it bigger than locally Can't settle 'round just smoking weed Y'all niggas at it, like totally My stats goin' up globally I'm rocking Rick, on my toe, elite Yeah, but not now, no Yeah, these niggas can't understand How I count, all these bands I'm heatin' up, go get a fan My taste exquisite, never bland And I keep going green, like I'm a branch (Yeah) (Like I'm a branch) And if you see her with me, just know she stamped Yeah, like, that's my profit, uh And your bitch so annoying, she a walkin' cramp (Shut the fuck up) She a walkin' tramp Say he want some Molly, yeah, I'm tan like sand (Tan like sand) And these bitches green, like green eggs and ham (Like damn, all these bitches so burned out) If we catch yall talkin', y'all get blammed (Bow-bow) That shit wraps like saran wrap But talk 'em down, he a dead man Y'all wallet full of them bands, man His pockets empty, I dipped 'em Can't even pay your own rent Live with his Momma like, he Freddy, Benson (Hold up) You ain't gotta tell me shit, I've been up (Nigga, I been up) [Outro] Been up Go get some Nigga, go get some