Heavy n’ da Streets

Lyrics
[Intro] Wow, stupid Wow, yeah Wow, stupid Heavy in the streets Wow, it's Dolph Scream, what's happening my man You know I had to come fuck with you Know I'm saying it's your boy Young Dolph man Y'all extra stupid nigga You on everything [?] Know I'm saying [?] Empire man we in the building my nigga Know I'm saying hit me like nigga Hood rich, yeah know I'm saying three series in on day Just like that nigga, hood rich [Verse 1] Word around town they say he heavy in the streets Shoutout to my nigga DJ Scream heavy in the streets Heavy in the streets I guess that's why I'm hood rich Ain't nothin' like a good pussy bad hood bitch Yo, yeah, my bitch bad designer heels big bag [?] pushing up the OG in a zig Zag On my way to see my son came with a couple gym bags Make one false move and nigga that's your shit bag (Baow) Say that they be looking for me here I go it's Dolph Welcome y'all to Dolph world, world of a boss Young Meme in the lab and he produce nothing but crack Then I roll em all up and smoke em bitches back to back, yeah [Interlude] Uh-huh it's Dolph, Scream, Dolph We in this bitch man Paper wrapped [?] mother fucking [?] homie Know I'm saying, exclusive for our man [?] we be doing this shit You know I'm saying, had to go give it to em They been waiting on this shit, and waiting on this shit Know I'm saying so anything that boy do extra stupid Know what I'm saying [Verse 2] Ain't no secret 'bout it that I'm heavy in the streets If you wanna keep your bitch my nigga keep her on a leash Hunnid pounds of broccolI several pounds of collard greens Wash my hands say my grace now it's time to eat Shopping spree's often catch me out in Boston (Damn) Polo to the floor my nigg but I don't do the golfing Higher than an Astronaut more money than your daddy got All we burn is caIi pot my doctor say I gotta stop Paper Route empire bitch we run the city On my way to the top taking whole south Memphis with me (South, south) Paid to the fullest, young Ace book it And I don't always throw punches bitch I throw bullets [Interlude] Just like that, Young Dolph Welcome to Dolph world, yeah Paper Route Empire [?] squad we in the building cash [?] stand up South Memphis, what's happenin' [?] yeah what's good my nigga Know what's good my nigga Know what I'm talking bout See you fucking [?], my nigga [?] We don't talk about you bitches at the round table nigga We wait till we get round the motherf fucking square table We can finally talk about you fuck niggas (wow) You know I'm talking bout, for real nigga Steal money steal money count steal overseas swagging Nigga still outerspace flavor bitch (Dolph, Scream, Dolph, Dolph) [Outro] It's heavy in the streets my nigga Good looking big dawg Yeah, it's Dolph
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- Young Dolph