Pa** me a lighter man..
Aye I’m in the booth right now right
And I look around and I finally realize…
That I done turned myself to a motherf*cking self made millionaire you digg
Everybody love me except for one group of b*tch a** n***as…
Aye don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h.
Let’s go.
Don’t play with me, play with your b*tch
Young n***a on some multi million dollar sh**
Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on
I’m lit up like a n***a cut the Christmas lights on
Why the f*ck do you be so fresh Dolph?
Why you keep your foot on these n***as neck Dolph?
Cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom
Tell them pussies f*ck em and that’s how I feel about them
Heard your intro your last two mixtapes
I hear you sleek dissin’ but that sh** lame
All that make believe rappin’ about c**aine
Don’t play with me Ho Gotti you a hoe mane
You went from my biggest fan, to my biggest hater
Begging me to sign with you, but I had too much paper
Still that same n***a that used to front your big brother
Found that he a b*tch too now I call him your big sister (b*tch)
You still that same n***a that was beefin’ with a dyke (But you a gangsta tho?)
How can I take you serious? Aight
They said them pu*sy n***as on your team iron your draws
They say you make them pu*sy a** n***as call you boss
But they can’t call you King (why?)
Because that’s Dolph
I can’t drink out that two liter, because that’s raw
The streets ours
That new 488 came with a lot of power
My lil n***as banging and let them send some scattered showers
Don’t play with me, play with your b*tch
Matter fact when I f*cked her she told me you a b*tch
And tell that old n***a from my hood with you that he a b*tch
You make the city look bad, that’s the truth
f*ck n***a I be in North Memphis more than you
I shot my first twenty videos in my hood
You a pu*sy I heard they never see you in your hood
n***a quit playin’
Ten M’s up, what the f*ck, I’m just sayin’
Oh you must be mad cause they call Memphis Dolphland
I’m at the Super Bowl my money on the Falcons
Aye you big head motherf*cker
Why you hatin’ so much?
Oh I forgot you came up rappin’ dissin’ Three 6 Mafia
Sleek dissin’ and dodgin’ me n***a let’s get it poppin’
Old pu*sy a** n***a
Old pu*sy a** n***a
Was talking ’bout me in your song prior to the side
Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride
Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride
When they hear this sh**, they gon play it five times
Got a lot of foreign cars, that I get too high to drive
Don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h
Don’t play with me, play wit yo b**h.
So, so I told myself a long time ago right
I said “I ain’t gonna expose this pu*sy a** n***a man, cause we from the same cityâ€
You know, and your whole pu*sy a** team knows n***a
I’ve been sparing your b*tch a** for the past 5 years n***a
You know that sh** man, come on man
CM who?
CMF
The Cocaine Musik f*ggots
I know, you know, the whole motherf*ckin’ city know
You’s a b*tch
Don’t play with me man, play with your b*tch
Say what you want
I’m the same lil n***a bro,
that was helping your big pu*sy a** brother put food on his table when you wasn’t f*cking with him bro
Put it like this, ayo
You was ridin’ in the city beefin’ with a dyke my n***a
I don’t know no gangsters that beef with motherf*ckin’ dykes, my n***a
That motherf*cker saw that, touchdown, reload it
All that sh**, whatever the f*ck it was n***a
n***a you was talkin’ boutta dyke n***a
n***a you was beefin’ with a dyke out there in North Memphis were you from n***a
n***a you a b*tch n***a
Ho Gotti I’m dissapointed in you man
Stay in your place homie, you know what’s up with me
Tell your fat a** big brother man I said he a b*tch too
Matter fact your big sister
Tell your fat a** big sister that I said he a b*tch too
Naw mean
Aye you’s a b*tch n***a
The whole city know that, streets know that
Stay out my way f*ck n***a
Aye, young n***a, self made, rich sh**, fast cars, fast b*tches, yeahhh.