Major (feat. Key Glock)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, bro, goddamn, man

Hey, bruh, don't get that shit on my seats, bruh

Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon rocks (Hey, hey)

Pockets full of motherfuckin' blue guap (Blue guap)

Half a ounce in my Gucci tube socks (Tube socks)

For the summertime got a new drop (What? Skrrt)

Trapper slash, rapper slash, bad bitch snatcher (Hey, come here)

Baby mama mad, she said, "You live like a bachelor" (So what?)

Sold a hunnid pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (Church)

Keep goin' up the ladder, they mad, make 'em madder (Hey, hey!)

Told my son, "When I'm gone, you gon' be a rich, lil' bastard" (Yeah)

Pointers on me hittin', leave a bitch dizzy (Woo, uh)

All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah

In my DM, talkin' 'bout, "Why you dog me?", yeah, yeah

"But I still miss you, can you call me?", yeah, yeah

"I heard ain't shit changed, that you still ballin'", yeah, yeah

She used to bust her scripts for me at Walgreens (Pour up, pour up)

Smugglin' narcotics was my callin', aye (Hey)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)

Whole gang goin' crazy, that's major (Uh, uh)

Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)

I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)

Y-you searchin' for fame (Damn)

I became a superstar in the dope game (It's Dolph)

Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (God damn)

She said, "Can she take a picture with my chain?" (God damn)

Got two twin sisters, call 'em Yin-Yang (God damn)

I wish I wouldn't have fucked that bitch, she insane (God damn)

Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (Yeah, yeah)

Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (Yeah, yeah)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)

Whole gang goin' crazy, that's major (Uh, uh)

Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)

I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)

Whole gang goin' crazy, that's major (Uh, uh, gang)

Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)

I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)

House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)

These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah

Paper Route the gang and bitch, we a label

New Glock with a laser, yeah, I'll let ya meet your maker

Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' Rastas, yeah, yeah

I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shotters, yeah, yeah

I walk and pop my motherfuckin' collar (Yeah, yeah)

A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Yeah, drop)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)

Whole gang goin' crazy, that's major (Uh, uh, gang)

Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)

I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)

Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (Uh, uh)

Whole gang goin' crazy, that's major (Uh, uh)

Millions on the table, that's major (Uh, uh)

I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (Uh-huh)