Doley
[Hook: Young Juice]
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in dat nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and bitch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
[Verse I: Young Juice]
And I said Damn bitch no you can’t do that
Pockets can fuller and the pockets gettin fat
And you said I won’t be nowhere now I’m lookin where you at
And ya bitch listen to my music she addicted like it’s crack
[Hook: Young Juice]
Gettin guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
[Bridge: Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain
[Verse II: Minamisrage]
Shawty what chu want from me?
(Ok)
You a dime piece
(Always)
Baby don’t play don’t play games
I know dat you want me no time to waste
But I been doley in this shit
Needa find me a new bitch
Balenciagas wit the kicks
No a n***a can’t resist
She da baddest where she live
She be fuckin on my drip
All these n***as on my shit
Used to rage on every hit
(Yeah)
Lemme flex on these hoes
I been gettin money I might buy her a rolls
Louie v belt wit the Louie v rose
(Yeah!)
Flex on my ex when I call up the rolls
Now we full of wealth
Got dat Dior on my belt
Got designer on my shelf
Why these n***as scream for help
Like can you please help me rage I need help
But where was y’all at when a n***a went through hell ?
Now we ballin and we Beamin
Fightin all these demons
Got some drip from Barney’s
Then we head to Neimans
Get head from a Barbie
She suck up all my semen
Member them some days When n***as was only dreamin
[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain
[Hook: Young Juice]
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in that nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and bitch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in dat nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and bitch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
[Verse I: Young Juice]
And I said Damn bitch no you can’t do that
Pockets can fuller and the pockets gettin fat
And you said I won’t be nowhere now I’m lookin where you at
And ya bitch listen to my music she addicted like it’s crack
[Hook: Young Juice]
Gettin guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
[Bridge: Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain
[Verse II: Minamisrage]
Shawty what chu want from me?
(Ok)
You a dime piece
(Always)
Baby don’t play don’t play games
I know dat you want me no time to waste
But I been doley in this shit
Needa find me a new bitch
Balenciagas wit the kicks
No a n***a can’t resist
She da baddest where she live
She be fuckin on my drip
All these n***as on my shit
Used to rage on every hit
(Yeah)
Lemme flex on these hoes
I been gettin money I might buy her a rolls
Louie v belt wit the Louie v rose
(Yeah!)
Flex on my ex when I call up the rolls
Now we full of wealth
Got dat Dior on my belt
Got designer on my shelf
Why these n***as scream for help
Like can you please help me rage I need help
But where was y’all at when a n***a went through hell ?
Now we ballin and we Beamin
Fightin all these demons
Got some drip from Barney’s
Then we head to Neimans
Get head from a Barbie
She suck up all my semen
Member them some days When n***as was only dreamin
[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain
[Hook: Young Juice]
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like bitch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in that nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and bitch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat bitch to gimmie neck gimmie brain