Yung Mal & Lil Quill - Dolce Gabbana lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Beatmonster Yung Lan on the track Huh, yeah [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch) Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball) Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken) Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off) Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road) Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds) Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop) f** that lil' b**h then I'm back to the money (f** that lil' b**h) Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign) f** that lil' b**h then I'm back to the money (I'm gone) I put that money over everything (Everything) Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc') Pick up the backend, n***a, quit frontin' (Backend) Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G) Hoodrich, n***a, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds Ride with the stick and that b**h hold a hundred [Verse 1: Lil Quill] Ride with that stick how I'm 'posed to AK, AR, I don't give a damn, that my go-to (I don't give a damn) 1'5, Candler, yeah, we havin' dope too (1'5) n***a tryna beef with the gang through the Pro Tools (What?) Drop my top, I got rid of the sunroof (Drop my top) Louis V on my feet, kickin' one, two (Louis V) Runnin' through all these bands I been countin' through (Bands) Down bad, watch how these n***as gon' doubt you Jump off the porch, got a bag n***a ain't never goin' broke, got them racks in the gra** And we got them babies like dad, huh Thirty round stuffed in the mag, mag back I took this sh** out the bag, backpack Ride in the Beam and the Jag, back to back We never goin' out sad, scratch that Backend comin' in fast (On God) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch) Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball) Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken) Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off) Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road) Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds) Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop) f** all that talkin', I'm straight in her dental (f** all that talk) Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign) f** that lil' b**h then I'm back to the money (f** that lil' b**h) I put that money over everything (Everything) Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc') Pick up the backend, n***a, quit frontin' (Backend) Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G) Hoodrich, n***a, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds Ride with the stick and that b**h hold a hundred [Verse 2: Yung Mal] I f**ed that b**h and I'm fresh, I'm in Dolce Gabbana, D&G, uh Got cash money like CMB (Cash) Can't stop, won't stop, n***a goin' hard like concrete, uh Big condo on 14th Street At the top of that b**h, we can see Got eight gold chains on, wet like some pee I'm smoking Runtz, don't smoke OG I'm still in the trap and I might serve your unc' Too many racks, my pockets got lumps I come from a crumb, I cannot help but to stunt Foreign, my trunk in the front Yeah, I get the bag in the front But I'm not cuffin' a s*ut Got old money, Harriet Tut I'm finna run up them M's, you with it or what? (Let's go) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Jumped off the porch and I land on my feet (Jumped off the porch) Never goin' broke, I'ma ball like an athlete (Never, ball) Servin' the chickens like Zaxby's (Brrt, chicken) Drop off a box with a ten piece (Drop it off) Candler Road dope hole, serve out the window (Candler Road) Hundred pounds on the way, plug just sent 'em (Hundred pounds) Jump in the pot, turn my wrist to a blender (Woop woop woop) f** all that talkin', I'm straight in her dental (f** all that talk) Runnin' the foreign, money my mental (Runnin' the foreign) f** that lil' b**h then I'm back to the money (f** that lil' b**h) I put that money over everything (Everything) Servin' that dope to my aunties and uncles (Aunties and unc') Pick up the backend, n***a, quit frontin' (Backend) Dope and the gas, Dolce Gabbana (Dope, D&G) Hoodrich, n***a, I wan't nothin' but them hundreds Ride with the stick and that b**h hold a hundred