Young Dolph, G Herbo | 1 Scale (Lyrics)
1 Scale
Young Dolph x G Herbo
(Let the band play!)
Yeah!
All I need is one scale,
A couple bales, came in this shit by myself,
“Dolph, why you fuck his girl?”
Uh! Shit, ’cause I’m a player,
Quarterback, no NFL, (Aye!),
Drippy in Chanel, (Drippy!)
Playin’ a hide and go seek in the mansion, with my lil’ girl, (Aria!)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs, (Whoa!)
The whole industry was hatin’, so now I give ’em hell, (Ha!)
Business man, I invest a whole million, in the mail, (Yeah!)
Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah!
I, I, I treat bitches like some shoes, I couple by the pairs, (It’s Dolph!)
She like when I grab her neck, and pull her by her hair, (It’s Dolph!)
In my city, I’m more important than the fuckin’ Mayor, (It’s Dolph!)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear! (It’s Dolph!)
I got your bitch lookin’ for Flippa, (Where he at?)
I let her ride, like a bicycle, (Rrah!)
I pulled out, and bust on her dimples, (Rrah!)
Quarter milli’ for this, Richard, (Mille!)
I had to run up, them digits, (Run it up!)
Niggas know that, I’m the sickest, (For real!)
Bitches know that, I’m the littest,
Whip my dick out, and piss on your feelings (For real!)
I heard that lil’ nigga from Memphis, (Okay!)
I heard he used to trap, in Fendi, (Okay!)
I heard he went to jail, in a Bentley, (Okay!)
Straps with me, in New York City, (Uh!)
Lil’ black nigga, with all this fuckin’ paper on me, man,
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can’t go out like that, (Uh!), Hold up!
Bangin’ L’s, swangin’ scales, (What?), Shakin’, got residue in my nails, (What?)
Started gettin’ real money, we bustin’ bales,
Everybody on the floor, know the smell, uh!
Dropped out of high school,
Had to start bringin’ my Glock, couldn’t show and tell, (Pussy!)
My big bro got life in the feds,
Can’t talk on the phone, but, he know his will,
Walked out the trap, with a big old bag,
‘Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale, (We swerve!)
We was sinnin’ on Sunday, that bitch in my hand,
But, I’m sinnin’ in my head, know I’m gon’ prevail, uh!
If I call her house phone, tell her,
“Bring that bitch out cocked!” Then my mama will, (Come on!)
I was 18, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville, (Bah!)
I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I’m hot as hell,
You gon’ do some time, niggas probably tell,
Fuck it! This lifestyle, know I probably will,
I’m in New York,
With my nigga Dolph, he rockin’ wop, but, his neck on Gabbana still (Uh!)
I’m rockin’ Christian Dior, with a bag full of blues, (Uh!)
All black, but, it’s Prada still, (Swerve!)
I’m in the ‘Raq, Benihana, don’t eat at Hamada,
See opp, he get probably killed, (Swerve!)
Told lil’ bro, “Come out with me in Bally!”
Get out the ‘Raq, he might come near, catch a body still, (Shh!)
I pull up on your home, in a Lam’ smokin’ outta sack,
Arch her back, disappear, artifact, (Skrr!)
I ain’t comin’ with shit, but, my pipe and a box of mags,
Twenty on me, that’s my starter pack,
Gettin’ too much money, we ain’t tryna make arch-rivals,
You know we spark ride, (Bah!)
I was outside, and that’s the reason we won battles,
Nigga, we weren’t part-time,
Got a youngin’, he only send straight at you, (Seen him!)
You ain’t never heard that snake rap? (Go get ’em!)
On a nigga head, then we just can’t catch you,
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you,
Ever tried to kill a nigga, just ’cause you had to?
Leanin’ up in the clubhouse, like Rascal, (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain’t nothin’ past due,
I could go grab a M, (from my mama pad too),
Let me see what you gon’ do,
We could team-tag two,
Oh! You ain’t with the shit, have somebody cursed you?
Kel-Tec on my lap,
If God bless you, I tag you,
Have you fillin’ the bag with your fast food? (Pussy!)
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Young Dolph – 1 Scale (Audio) ft. G Herbo
Aug 13, 2020
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Young Dolph, G Herbo – 1 Scale (Lyrics)
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