[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
You got the right one (The right one)
Come from the trenches and I'm gettin’ close to B (B)
Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?)
Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free
You got the right one (The right one)
I know some shooters that hope they don’t shoot again (Shoot again)
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans
And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great (Uh)
[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
One of a kind, they know I'm the ni**a they recognize, a stepper (Big steppin')
I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular
Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don't do nothin' extra
All the tires on my foreigns, ball like Uncle Forster
When I was a youngin', I seen all the cars, the good in the streets and all of the flaws
ni**as with money, the rise, and the falls, sent to the yard or a one-way car
I was the chosen one, town sh*t, I’m the golden son
Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun
Frontline soldier, the boldest one
I say, "It’s in me, never on me baby" (Baby)
My partner's like "You goin’?", "Oh you know me baby" (Baby)
8 figures at 24, feel like I'm Kobe baby (Kobe, baby)
10 M's, I built a mansion, bro we goin' crazy
[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Lil Wayne]
You got the right one (The right one)
Come from the trenches and I’m gettin' close to B (B)
Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?)
Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free
You got the right one (You got the right one)
I know some shooters that hope they don't shoot again (Shoot again)
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans
And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great (Uh)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You got the right one, I'm 'bout to light one
Who got the soda? I'm 'bout to spike one
Bust down the gold one, bust down the white one
I got the plain one, I got the bright one
Ain't got no main one, ain't 'bout to wife one
Ain't gonna rename them, can't reunite one
I got the street one, I got the dyke one
b*tch if you ain't one, you act just like one
ni**a it's Tunechi, I'm bigger than Gucci
They say they want beef, and they really want sushi
I pull some strings, just like acoustic
b*tch I'm a king, just like the smoothie
Somebody stink, sorry, excuse me
That's just the weed, I'm smoking dookie
These ni**as fraud, these ni**as flukey
Say he a dog, he just snoopy
All my cars dark skin, all my boys markmen
All my broads booty poke out, oh my god shark fin
Super like Clark Kent
I'm gettin' close to a B, fu*kin' right, arms-length
[Verse 3: Mozzy]
I'm one of them dudes that come from the zoo
We shoot up the sh*t when there's nothin' to do
She lovin' the crew, we fu*k on your boo
I'm with some ni**as, we not finna lose
I got some ni**as still stuck in the shoe
I got some ni**as still stuck in the hood
We breakin' down signs, stuffin' the wood
Playin' with M's, I know that I would
I'm in this big body, I don't play it
They got the spot, booin' with the onions
You got some money for me, baby run it
I ain't feedin' the family, and you ain't a hunnid
Fly out to London, I'm there for a week
Not in the suites, we in the streets
You ain't gon' slide if one of y'all die
You know how I'm movin' 'cause I'm in it deep
I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats
And I got receipts ni**a
I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats
And I got receipts ni**a
You ain't contributin' nothin to this table, then you can't eat with us
I'm huggin' this [?], swimmin' the barrel, and I go to sleep with her
[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. with Lil Wayne, Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Lil Wayne]
You got the right one (The right one)
Come from the trenches and I'm gettin' close to B (B)
Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?)
Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free
You got the right one (You got the right one)
I know some shooters that hope they don't shoot again
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans
And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times just great