[Intro]
Mm-mm (Know I'm saying?), mm-mm, mm-mm (Big SCY shit, know I'm saying? Know I'm trained to trap, n***a)
Mm-mm (Fuck a n***a), mm-mm, mm

[Chorus]
I be dolo, but I feel better when I got all my n***as with me
Ridin' 'round, we the ones (Grr) that's really outchea gettin' busy
It'll probably be 2080 when I stop clutchin' on this Glizzy (Ayy, glaow, glaow, glaow)
I get high like Ja Morant, bitch, but I don't play for the Grizzlies

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I be servin' dope fiends (Huh?), lil' bruh been itchin' (Hoo), he been clutchin' on his fire for no reason (Ayy, glah)
I got a habit of drinkin' Dussé (Hoo) when I ain't got no lean (On gang)
My P.O. know I'm finna fail this test, I'm pissin' codeine (Fuck)
These 5.56's gon' rip through his vest (Glaow, glaow, ayy, ayy)
If I want it, just know I'ma cop it (Gang)
Opp n***as know we havin' motion, they wish they could stop it (Gang)
And the way I talk on these beats, they think I'm a profit
She knеw the lyrics to my song before I еven dropped it (How the fuck?)
Let's sip some drank, hope I don't overdose on Wock'
It's gon' take a couple mill' to get me off that block
And if I ain't got nothin' else, everybody know I got my Glock
He sendin' shots all on the 'Gram, but he know it's up when I get that drop, know I'ma ball when I get that rock

[Chorus]
I be dolo, but I feel better when I got all my n***as with me (Mm-mm-mm)
Ridin' 'round, we the ones that's really outchea gettin' busy (Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm)
It'll probably be 2080 when I stop clutchin' on this Glizzy (Mm, mm-mm-mm)
I get high like Ja Morant, bitch, but I don't play for the Grizzlies (Mm, mm-mm)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm seein' red, but I'm still on the go
Stripper bitch feelin' on me (Hoo), I dicked her down soon as we left the show (Ugh, ugh, ayy, ayy)
She know I like freaks, hit her from the back, I made her touch her toes
Now we gettin' nasty, I'm finna put this dick in every hole (Come here)
I ain't with that bullshit, quick to shoot a n***a like Derrick Rose (Yessir, glaow-baow), yeah, gangers with me (Yessir)
N***as talk, but they broke as fuck, probably can't change a fifty (Ayy, ayy, nah)
If he ain't a convicted felon, then he probably ain't hangin' with me
I'm runnin' it up, you n***as runnin' in places, still in the same position
Ayy, I got crack for sale (Yeah, come on, man)
Fuck 12, I swear to God, I won't go back to jail (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Ayy, iPhone gang, but I'm still trappin' off that Alcatel (Yeah)
Ayy, ain't linkin' with rappers, these n***as pussy as far as I can tell (Yeah)
Lil' shawty drop that top, it feel like heaven, but she bad as hell

[Chorus]
I be dolo, but I feel better when I got all my n***as with me
Ridin' 'round, we the ones that's really outchea gettin' busy
It'll probably be 2080 when I stop clutchin' on this Glizzy
I get high like Ja Morant, bitch, but I don't play for the Grizzlies
I be dolo, but I feel better when I got all my n***as with me
Ridin' 'round, we the ones that's really outchea gettin' busy
It'll probably be 2080 when I stop clutchin' on this Glizzy
I get high like Ja Morant, bitch, but I don't play for the Grizzlies