[Intro]
It's Dolph
(You listen to the sounds of one of the south's best DJs, DJ Teknikz, reppin' street executives)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (Uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (Uh-huh)
Sick (Yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
Still in the trap tryna get philthy rich
Auntie asked me boy, you must be smoking that shit
I put my hands up, and said I'm guilty, shit (Teknikz)
Black [?], black fit, that's that dope boy shit
Shawty said when I'm gon let her suck a dope boy dick
Them hoes tell you you blew up and now you think that you the shit
Ask them hoes 'bout me, they gon tell you I been doing this shit
Thirty minutes fuck around and smoke a whole Mike Vick (Loud)
Or some of that stupid extra stanky pretty light shit (Loud)
I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
She asked why I'm drinking medicine, I told her I'm sick
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (Uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (Uh-huh)
Sick (Yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick

[Verse 2: Starlito]
My wrist sick, and I'm sick too
I need a vacine, and some Patron shots (What else?)
And a sack of green, I'm gone
On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
Bitch, I quit school, but spent tuition on my outfit (Yeah)
Whip match my polo drawers, Louis belt I'm showing off (Hey)
Audemar with no flaws, whole zip, I blow it out (Hey)
Two pounds of that stupid purple what my show cost (Hey)
Smokin' like a n***a sauce, paint the lean, bet I won't cost
Sippin' on exclusive, uh, yeah I got my Truey's on
A test they can get a pocket, yeah I got my tool on (Baow)
Try me bitch, bet you'll be hooked to multiple
I got that yellow, make you itch like poison

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (Uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (Uh-huh)
Sick (Yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick