Lyrics Young Dolph

Young Dolph

16 Zips

I crack me a seal, pour me a 8

I stay fresh as fuck, and that's everyday

Allergic to fuck niggas, get out my way

Pull up in something stupid like who wanna race?

Young nigga in the hood sellin' weight

When it come to my paper I don't got no patience

Your conversation boring, I can't listen

Only money keep my attention

Had her breaking down p's all night

Work a bitch like my name Ike

What's love got to do with it

I fuck her once then I'm through with it

Throwback Sacramento king shit

If you ain't see me, you ain't see shit

Bought a root beer and poured lean in it

Every family got a dope fiend in it

Might pour a whole 16 in it

I been fucking these niggas bitches

That's just what we do in South Memphis

Ay, nah we don't love em we share em

We flip 'em then pass 'em

Spent 100 thou on my favourite fashion

I smoke weed just to meditate

Got yo bitch and your sister on a double date

I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lamb

Hopped out the Lamb then hopped in the Benz

Hopped out the Benz then hopped in your bitch

Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend

Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again

All of my niggas, my niggas to the end

All of em family I ain't got no friends

I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language

Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh

I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

I did all this shit off of 16 zips

Hop out the Lamb with the Glock.19 and a 30 round clip

Pouring medicine in my drink til its filthy

I was born a street nigga yeah I'm guilty

Spent 150 on golden diamonds

You can see from across the street shining

You can hear me round the corner coming

Smoking out the pound, getting blunted

Monday night I'm in Magic City, eating steak and shrimp and I'm throwing money

I'm too anxious, don't know how to wait

Poppin' painkillers, countin' cake

Got yo bitch at the spot cleaning up, smoking weed wearing lingerie

Look at the rocks on my wrist

Look at that ass on my bitch

Yeah I keep a Glock on my hip

Smell like a pound when I'm shopping at 5th

Did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

When I found me a new plug, back to back to 16 trips

I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lamb

Hopped out the Lamb then hopped in the Benz

Hopped out the Benz then hopped in your bitch

Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend

Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again

All of my niggas, my niggas to the end

All of em family I ain't got no friends

I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language

Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh

I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips