Young Dolph – Death Row lyrics

Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other s*** I can’t think of right now
‘Cause I’m high as f***, PaperRoute Frank

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge s*** (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo, back to back, on that Snoop s*** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre s***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac s***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock s*** (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b**** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b****
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot b**** (Uh)

Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin’ yellow snot b**** (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop s*** (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, n**** mob s*** (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some s*** I did (Please)
I hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his
I put it all on the line, ’cause I’m a gambler n**** (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought my brother a motherfuckin’ phantom lil’ n**** (Yeah, yeah)
I kidnapped this b****, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the pitcher of kool aid (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge s*** (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop s*** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre s***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac s***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock s*** (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b**** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b****
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot b**** (Uh)

Pour it ’til it’s dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I’m swervin’ (Woah)
Wock, wock when I’m thirsty (Wock’, wock’)
I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin’ (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a b****, it’s not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain’t perfect
Roll past my ex b**** house flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke b**** (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope b**** (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope b**** (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., b****

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge s*** (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop s*** (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre s***, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac s***
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock s*** (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b**** (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b****
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot b**** (That’s a lot b****)