Young Dolph - Aspen lyrics

[Young Dolph:] BandPlay Yeah, yeah Okay, okay Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspen (Watch out) Trap ni**a on the way to Aspen (Aspen) Smoke the best weed and spent millions on fashion (Stylin') I cash the chicken, went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado) Grew up fu*ked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah) Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah) Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen) I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin) She in my past tense (Woo), but she a bad b*tch (Woo) Smoke the blunt and count my money, started dancin' (Woo) My b*tch so jealous, she said "Who the fu*k you dancin' with?" (Damn) BandPlay, that's who I'm runnin' up the bands with (Ayy) Free all of my mans that's locked down in the can (Free my dawgs) Shout-out to the opps 'cause them my number one fans (Super pussy) All my old hoes know I miss them the most We made it out the trenches, grab a bottle, let's make a toast I woke up this morning, smokin' big blunts in my Dior robes (Yeah) I got six karats a piece of VS in my earlobes (Yeah) I got ni**as with me on go everywhere that I go (Yeah) Today, I just might be the freshest ni**a on the whole globe (Cabana) Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspen (Watch out) Trap ni**a on the way to Aspen (Aspen) Smoke the best weed and spent millions on fashion (Stylin') I cash the chicken, went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado) Grew up fu*ked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah) Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah) Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen) I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin) [Key Glock:] I just jumped off quarantine to get a back in (Let's go, let's go) Trap ni**a, still pop you like a Advil (Yeah, you know) Huh, yeah, b*tch, you know I'm the sh*t, I get my accent (Yup) First time gettin' locked up, I had took some bags to Nashville (Woah) Now, fast forward that, your boy in Aspen I'm rockin' me a mink, my Fanta pink, I bought my ratchet I'm straight up out the street, no, I can't ski, but I can back in (Yup) I'm ten toes to the death of me, I put that on my patent (Yeah) Yeah, I be killin' all my opps and I be killin' fashion I never leave the house without my Glock, it'll never happen (Uh-uh) My neck and wrist is Colorado rocky, yes, I'm havin' it I'm cut throat to the bone, I hope you ni**as understand me, b*tch [Young Dolph:] Stay out my way, I'll pop you like an Aspen (Watch out) Trap ni**a on the way to Aspen (Aspen) Smoke the best weed and spent millions on fashion (Stylin') I cash the chicken, went ballin' in Aspen (Colorado) Grew up fu*ked up, now I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah) Don't make me book you for a closed casket (Yeah, yeah) Drop a bag on ya ass and go to Aspen (Aspen) I just dropped off sixty bags in the Aston (Martin)