Stylin Lyrics - Dola shit n***a, third ave
Yah, dola, get it in 
You don't know the situation
Told my teacher
Money is my occupation
The streets waitin’
While these broke n***as Hatin
Got em curious like
Who da fuck that Haitian
Beta the pot with a little bit a penetration
If you ridin’ button up and tighten up
I let my dola talk i dont 
Hear you run it up
Its overtime and I'm ballin’ in da club
Now you actin grand cause you done got a couple band's
Heard they jumpin’ out of vans 
So it's in my hand
20/20 vision for da guala
See me in the coupe
Now these hoes tryna holla
I see no ol’ G trappin’ out a wheel chair
Heard he had them bands couldn't do
Nothing but stare thinkin how to run up on em' 
So u betta be aware
 
Ain't neva had it so if i lost it'll be tragic 
Two packs make it vanish call it magic
Getting cheese so I gotta go ham
Dola Runnin shout out to my n***a bam
Getting cheese so i gotta go ham
Dola runnin shout out to my n***a bam
 
Wildin’ and stylin’
My people from the islands 
My n***a's move in silence
We don't need no guidance 
Dola runnin’ with no license 
Bendin corners from the sirens
All my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
 
Wildin’ and stylin’
My people from the islands 
My n***a's move in silence
We don't need no guidance 
Dola runnin’ with no license 
Bendin corners from the siren

All my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’

I thought I met a little trap queen
Next thing you know she fucking with my homie
So confused I don't know what to do
Tell em all my problems and they seem to be amused 
Paper chasing to my chances is abused
Looking for the answer 
And I think I got a clue 
Hit a Jug
Then a n***a hit the stu (studio)
Yeah im sick cause I caught the money flu
Flip the mattress no actress
Yea I'm gone
Talkin like a bird watch that n***a sing the song
Crackers on a chase
I ain't slowing down my pace
Hope that I don't catch a case
Bagging up hell naw this ain't enough
I multiplied it
Even though that it was tough
What you gone do when the pressure gettin rough
I'm in the game
Get the pack I'm switching lanes
Just turned 16
What the fuck a n***a mean 
15 I was thinking about a slider 
White T, black T
Running from the police 
All these new n***as don't know me
And yea I'm ballin like I'm Kobe 

Wildin’ and stylin’
My people from the islands 
My n***a's move in’ silence
We don't need no guidance 
Dola runnin’ with no license 
Bendin corners from the siren

All my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’

Wildin’ and stylin’
My people from the islands
My n***a's move in’ silence
We don't need no guidance 
Dola runnin’ with no license 
Bendin corners from the sirens

All my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’
And all my n***as wildin’
And all my n***as stylin’

Dola ,Wildin, Scurrt Scurrt, Stylin