1 Scale (feat. G Herbo)

[00:06.70] Let the band play, yeah
[00:13.42] All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
[00:17.83] "Dolph, why you fuck his girl?" Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
[00:21.38] Quarterback, no NFL (ayy), drippy in Chanel (drippy)
[00:25.37] Playin' hide go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
[00:29.05] Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (woo)
[00:32.39] The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (ha)
[00:36.03] Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (yeah)
[00:39.67] Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
[00:43.26] I treat bitches like some shoes,, I cop 'em by the pairs (it's Dolph)
[00:46.65] She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (it's Dolph)
[00:50.33] In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (it's Dolph)
[00:53.75] Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (it's Dolph)
[00:57.24] I got your bitch lookin' for Flipper (where he at?)
[00:59.00] I let her ride like a bicycle (ah)
[01:00.76] I pulled out and bust on her dimples (ah)
[01:02.77] Quarter milli' for this Richard (Mille)
[01:04.51] I had to run up them digits (run it up)
[01:06.29] Niggas know that I'm the sickest (for real)
[01:08.05] Bitches know that I'm the littest
[01:09.51] Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (for real)
[01:11.53] I heard that lil' nigga from Memphis (okay)
[01:13.21] I heard he used to trap in Fendi (okay)
[01:15.07] I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (okay)
[01:16.69] Straps with me in New York City (uh)
[01:19.00] Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
[01:21.19] What the fuck they mean, man?
[01:22.92] I can't go out like that (uh), huh, hold up
[01:25.43] Bangin' L's, swangin' scales (what?)
[01:27.18] Shakin', got residue in my nails (what?)
[01:28.75] Started gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
[01:30.74] Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh
[01:32.70] Dropped out of high school
[01:33.89] Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (pussy)
[01:36.22] Big bro got life in the feds
[01:37.68] Can't talk on the phone, but he know it's well
[01:39.55] Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag
[01:41.12] 'Til I pop in the house, I was on a seal (we swerve)
[01:43.01] We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
[01:44.72] But I'm sittin' in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
[01:47.19] If I call her house phone
[01:48.07] Tell her, "Bring that bitch out cocked", then my mama will (come on)
[01:50.75] I was 18, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (bah)
[01:54.34] I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
[01:57.71] Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas probably tell
[01:59.35] Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
[02:01.40] I'm in New York with my nigga Dolph
[02:02.78] He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (uh)
[02:04.96] I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag full of blues (uh)
[02:06.98] All black but it's Prada still (swerve)
[02:08.54] I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at Hamada
[02:10.58] See opp, he get probably killed (swerve)
[02:11.73] Told lil' bro, "Come out with me in Bali"
[02:13.16] Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (shh)
[02:15.36] I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out the sack
[02:17.41] Arch her back, disappear, artefact (skrrt)
[02:18.95] I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
[02:21.25] 20 on me, that's my starter pack
[02:22.43] Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
[02:24.78] You know we spark rides (bah)
[02:26.04] I was outside and that's the reason we won battles
[02:28.29] Nigga, we weren't part-time
[02:29.52] Got a youngin, he only send straight at you (seen 'em)
[02:31.74] You ain't never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
[02:33.18] On a nigga head, then we just can't catch you
[02:34.85] Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
[02:36.63] Ever tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
[02:38.43] Meeting up in the clubhouse like Rascals (huh?)
[02:40.38] Everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
[02:42.05] I could go grab a M from my mama pad too
[02:43.75] Let me see what you gon' do, we could team-tag two
[02:45.67] Oh, you ain't with the shit, have somebody blast you
[02:47.12] Kel-Tec on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
[02:49.01] Have you fillin' the bag with your fast food (pussy)
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