Kush on the Yacht
Ayy, yeah (skrrt)
Three hundred thousand dollar deposit
I never changed for a bitch (uh-uh)
Got rich, still didn't switch (nah)
Might split a mill with the clique (yeah)
Fake love, I don't feel that shit (I hate that shit)
I spend a dub on a fit (dizzub)
Ayy, come get your girl off my dick (ugh)
My shooting guards don't miss (nah)
I just pulled up in the six (hundred)
Fucked her and call her a Lyft (bitch)
Lil bitch I got shit to do (bitch)
I just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice (haha, pour up)
Quarter milly on me, flyin' around Malibu (skrrt)
It's too much ice, ridiculous (wah)
We do what we wanna, you dig it (you dig it)
My boots and my jacket Givenchy (yeah)
Might wake up and go buy a Bentley (yeah)
My neck and my wrist, they hittin' (yeah)
Pulled out 'cause she tried to kiss me (get out)
My number in her phone then I smashed it (ugh)
Once, maybe twice, then I passed it (yeah)
Lil' mama bougie and nasty (yeah)
My lil' nigga robbin' and trappin' (yeah)
Dolph why you don't never want to sign a major deal? (Um)
'Cause I'm shittin' on every nigga with a major deal (facts)
I own all my shit and I collect all of my mils (facts)
Remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal (trap)
Three bombs, one day, that's a half a mil (trap)
Too much money up in here, no company at the crib
Can you get some money? fuck you, get it how you live (fuck you)
Bitch I went from sellin' pounds to sellin' ad-libs (it's Dolph)
One show, two shows, three shows, four (four)
I might take that lil' money and go buy a Lambo, hey
RIP my nigga Sambo (RIP)
Big money shit what I stand for (big shit)
Got the plug on speed dial, yeah (brrt)
Yeah, got your bitch on redial (hello?)
Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)
I put work (work), on my block (yeah)
Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)
Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)
Syrup in my soda pop (raw)
It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw)
Yeah, I'm addicted to guap (yeah)
They want me dead like Pac (hey)
Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em)
I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
I just pulled up on the block (hah)
Nigga like look what I got
Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (what he doin'?)
Lil' nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
And I put that shit on God (on God)
Boy all that you do is 'flauge (liar)
My nigga's gon' shoot if I nod (get 'em)
Your bitch gon' fuck if I let her (ayy, come here)
Your bitch gon' fuck when I tell her (hah)
Gabbana my sneakers and sweater (Dolce)
She wanna feel Ferrari leather (ah)
I bought my lil' boy a Tesla (Tesla)
I said, "This what you want?" he said, "Yes sir" (yes sir)
Too many chains, my neck hurt (damn)
I dive in that money bitch, headfirst (whoo)
Too many racks on me
Damn, man, this shit got my leg hurtin' (damn)
I don't want to hit your weed (why?)
Damn, man, that shit make my head hurt (hah)
Came out like it's fashion week
Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell
I mix the Tom Ford with the fear of God
Gucci's with the new chanel (Dolph)
Diamonds bitin', your bitch barkin'
Get out his way, no one can stop him
Li'l nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
That young nigga playin' with a lot (hey)
Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)
I put work (work), on my block (yeah)
Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)
Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)
Syrup in my soda pop (raw)
It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw)
Yeah, I'm addicted to guap (yeah)
They want me dead like Pac (hey)
Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em)
I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
I just pulled up on the block (hah)
Nigga like look what I got
Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot)
Young nigga playin' with a lot
Three hundred thousand dollar deposit
I never changed for a bitch (uh-uh)
Got rich, still didn't switch (nah)
Might split a mill with the clique (yeah)
Fake love, I don't feel that shit (I hate that shit)
I spend a dub on a fit (dizzub)
Ayy, come get your girl off my dick (ugh)
My shooting guards don't miss (nah)
I just pulled up in the six (hundred)
Fucked her and call her a Lyft (bitch)
Lil bitch I got shit to do (bitch)
I just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice (haha, pour up)
Quarter milly on me, flyin' around Malibu (skrrt)
It's too much ice, ridiculous (wah)
We do what we wanna, you dig it (you dig it)
My boots and my jacket Givenchy (yeah)
Might wake up and go buy a Bentley (yeah)
My neck and my wrist, they hittin' (yeah)
Pulled out 'cause she tried to kiss me (get out)
My number in her phone then I smashed it (ugh)
Once, maybe twice, then I passed it (yeah)
Lil' mama bougie and nasty (yeah)
My lil' nigga robbin' and trappin' (yeah)
Dolph why you don't never want to sign a major deal? (Um)
'Cause I'm shittin' on every nigga with a major deal (facts)
I own all my shit and I collect all of my mils (facts)
Remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal (trap)
Three bombs, one day, that's a half a mil (trap)
Too much money up in here, no company at the crib
Can you get some money? fuck you, get it how you live (fuck you)
Bitch I went from sellin' pounds to sellin' ad-libs (it's Dolph)
One show, two shows, three shows, four (four)
I might take that lil' money and go buy a Lambo, hey
RIP my nigga Sambo (RIP)
Big money shit what I stand for (big shit)
Got the plug on speed dial, yeah (brrt)
Yeah, got your bitch on redial (hello?)
Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)
I put work (work), on my block (yeah)
Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)
Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)
Syrup in my soda pop (raw)
It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw)
Yeah, I'm addicted to guap (yeah)
They want me dead like Pac (hey)
Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em)
I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
I just pulled up on the block (hah)
Nigga like look what I got
Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (what he doin'?)
Lil' nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
And I put that shit on God (on God)
Boy all that you do is 'flauge (liar)
My nigga's gon' shoot if I nod (get 'em)
Your bitch gon' fuck if I let her (ayy, come here)
Your bitch gon' fuck when I tell her (hah)
Gabbana my sneakers and sweater (Dolce)
She wanna feel Ferrari leather (ah)
I bought my lil' boy a Tesla (Tesla)
I said, "This what you want?" he said, "Yes sir" (yes sir)
Too many chains, my neck hurt (damn)
I dive in that money bitch, headfirst (whoo)
Too many racks on me
Damn, man, this shit got my leg hurtin' (damn)
I don't want to hit your weed (why?)
Damn, man, that shit make my head hurt (hah)
Came out like it's fashion week
Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell
I mix the Tom Ford with the fear of God
Gucci's with the new chanel (Dolph)
Diamonds bitin', your bitch barkin'
Get out his way, no one can stop him
Li'l nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
That young nigga playin' with a lot (hey)
Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock)
I put work (work), on my block (yeah)
Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)
Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)
Syrup in my soda pop (raw)
It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw)
Yeah, I'm addicted to guap (yeah)
They want me dead like Pac (hey)
Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em)
I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah)
Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot)
I just pulled up on the block (hah)
Nigga like look what I got
Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot)
Young nigga playin' with a lot
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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy
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