Tric or Treat

Zone six ****, Pyrex Whippa (Pyrex)

Aye, check me out

Once upon a time was a little **** from south Memphis, uh

I think they call him Dolph (Dolph)

About 2009 a lil' **** started rappin'

But he said he gonna be his own boss (Yeah)

2010 he dropped his first real mix tape

"Welcome 2 Dolph World" and he took off (Gone)

Wait, pause let me slow down a second (Hold up)

Ask Lil Wook, I came in the game reckless

Ask the fuck ****, I came in the game flexin'

Hmm, yeah, he came in the game flexin' (Ha)

I remember 2011 major label came at me

And they tried to give me two mill' (Wait a minute)

I gave him a handshake, looked him in his eyes

Said, "Nah, but I'll talk to you in two years" (Gone)

Ask every bad bitch in Memphis, they gon' tell you

That he smoked the best weed (Bags)

And he got the sack (Facts)

Them lil' **** can't pull up like me (How?)

With a hunnid **** and a hunnid racks

The streets ain't never seen no shit like it (Uh-uh)

My first show ever, made 'em give me five thousand (Uh)

Right there in my city and I threw it in the crowd

Been turnt up ever since, bitch (Bitch)

Look at me now (Uh)

I remember after that night

I told my mama that your son 'bout to be a star (Yeah-yeah)

Fell asleep plenty of nights

On that syrup in your garage in my racecar (Yeah-yeah)

All the bad bitches on my radar (Yeah)

Pull up by myself with the AR (Skrrt)

Come through in a coupe like "Hey y'all" (We're poppin')

That young **** don't play Dolph (It's Dolph)

That young **** don't play fair (It's Dolph!)

Two million cash but I don't stay there (It's Dolph!)

Had the racks and the Ks, never lay there (Woo)

Treat the trap house like a daycare (My playground)

I'm the one taught all these young ****

How to say "Fuck your big homie, go get you a plug" (Fuck 'em)

Dolph, why you had all them Grizzly players

Smokin' all that gas and guess where it came from? (Trap)

Yeah, I brought all of the drips to the city

These lil' **** wasn't even on this shit yet

I came in this bitch rockin' Prada and Gucci and Dolce

And talkin' 'bout ownership, yeah

I just love stackin' this shit up

I like how it look

I play with it like Legos (Stack it up)

Full of that drink, I DM'd Rihanna

Told her let's go spend a half a mill' on Rodeo

Heh, real rich ****

How you know you're rich ****?

'Cause I got rich **** on my payroll! (Ah)

My lil' boy in kindergarten went to school

Wearin' Gucci, told his classmate, "Yeah, these my play clothes" (Damn)

This a celebration, need me some Ace, somebody call Jigga

Tell him that I need fifty case loads (Damn)

Me and all of the gang (Gang)

Gon' drink all that shit

And pour all the rest on the floor

Type of shit rich **** do when they winnin' and livin'

Remember the days they was broke!

Boy got so many motherfuckin' diamond chains

He can tie them together and start jumpin' rope

Came in this bitch with my back against the wall

The only major rapper in my city that came in the game

That really, really, really, really had big racks in the wall

I got tired of watches, then I started buyin' cars

I got tired of cars, then I started buyin' property

Trap **** out here playin' real life Monopoly

Dolph, you be too fresh, why don't you start modelin'?

Nah, I'd rather keep these model bitches on top of me

Heh, and tell these rap **** stop copyin' (I see you)

Orange sixes on the Cullinan, Halloween (Halloween)

Trick or treat, motherfucker

Every day, though

Real life shit

Every day shit

All facts shit

Straight up and down shit

Yah mean

Yeah-yeah