Kush on the Yacht

I never changed for a bitch

Got rich, still didn't switch

Might split a mill with the clique

Fake love, I don't feel that shit

I spent a dub on a fit

Aye, come get your girl off my dick

My shooting guards don't miss

I just pulled up in the six

Fucked her and called her a Lyft

Lil' bitch, I got shit to do

I just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice

Quarter milly on me, flying around Malibu

It's too much ice, ridiculous

We do what we wanna, you dig it

My boots and my jacket Givenchy

Might wake up and go buy a Bentley

My neck and my wrist, they hitting

Pulled out 'cause she tried to kiss me

My number in her phone then I smashed it

Once maybe twice then I passed it

Lil' mama bougie and nasty

My lil' **** robbing and trapping

Dolph, why you don't never want to sign a major deal?

'Cause I'm  shitting on every **** with a major deal

I own all my shit and I collect all of my mills

Remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal

Three bombs, one day, that's a half a mill

Too much money up in here, no company at the crib

Can you get some money, fuck you get it how you live

Bitch, I went from selling pounds to selling ad-libs

One show, two shows, three shows, four

I might take that lil' money and go buy a Lambo, hey

RIP my ****, Sambo

Big money shit what I stand for

Got the plug on speed dial

Got your bitch on redial

Drop top, black Glock

I put work on my block

Bust down, my chain

Bust down, my watch

Syrup in my soda pop

It's killing me but I can't stop

Yeah I'm addicted to guap

They want me dead like 'Pac

Fuck 'em, go buy another car

Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks

I'm smoking kush on a yacht

Young **** playing with a lot

I just pulled up on the block

**** like look what I got

Young **** playing with a lot, yeah

Young **** playing with a lot

Lil' **** playing with a lot

And I put that shit on God

Boy, all that you do is 'flauge

My **** gon' shoot if I nod

Your bitch gon' fuck if I let her

Your bitch gon' fuck when I tell her

Gabbana my sneakers and sweater

She wanna feel Ferrari leather

I bought my lil' boy a Tesla

I said, this what you want? He said, yes, sir

Too many chains, my neck hurt

I dive in that money, bitch, head first

Too many racks on me

Damn, man, this shit got my leg hurting

I don't want to hit your weed

Damn, man, this shit make my head hurt

Came out like it's fashion week

Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell

I mix the Tom Ford with the Fear of God

Gucci wth the new Chanel

Diamonds biting, your bitch barking

Get out his way, no one can stop him

Lil' **** playing with a lot

That young **** playing with a lot

Drop top, black Glock

I put work on my block

Bust down, my chain

Bust down, my watch

Syrup in my soda pop

It's killing me but I can't stop

Yeah I'm addicted to guap

They want me dead like 'Pac

Fucked 'em, go buy another car

Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks

Fuck 'em, I'm smoking kush on the yacht

Young **** playing with a lot

I just pulled up on the block

**** like look what I got

Young **** playing with a lot

Young **** playing with a lot