Biography:
Emerging Memphis, Tennessee rapper. Collaborations include 8 Ball, MJG, Juicy J, Young Scooter, Paul Wall, Future, and Gucci Mane.
Mixtapes:
Paper Route Campaign
Welcome To Dolph World
High Class Street Music
High Class Street Music 2 (Hustler's Paradise)
A Time 2 Kill
Blue Magic
East Atlanta Memphis (Collaboration with Gucci Mane)
High Class Street Music 3 (Trappin Out A Mansion)
South Memphis Kingpin
Cross Country Trappin
High Class Street Music 4 (American Gangster)
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Other songs:
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[Intro]
|Dmaj7 |Dbm
Ayy!
|Dmaj7 |Dbm
Real drippy right now
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verse 1]
Dmaj7
Prometh, sippin'
My bitch she gettin' tipsy
Dbm
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi
Dmaj7
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin'
Dbm
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
Dmaj7
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
Dbm
'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
Dmaj7
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Dbm
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Dmaj7
Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn
Nah, can't no nigga stop him
Dbm
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit
Dmaj7
I'm in the streets where the hitters at
I'm in the street where the dealers at
I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verse 2]
Dmaj7
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
Dbm
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Dmaj7
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Dbm
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
Dmaj7
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
Dbm
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
Dmaj7
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Dbm
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
Dmaj7
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
Dbm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom
Dmaj7
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Dbm
Drippy, drippy
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
|Dmaj7 |Dbm
Ayy!
|Dmaj7 |Dbm
Real drippy right now
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verse 1]
Dmaj7
Prometh, sippin'
My bitch she gettin' tipsy
Dbm
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi
Dmaj7
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin'
Dbm
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
Dmaj7
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
Dbm
'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
Dmaj7
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Dbm
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Dmaj7
Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn
Nah, can't no nigga stop him
Dbm
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit
Dmaj7
I'm in the streets where the hitters at
I'm in the street where the dealers at
I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verse 2]
Dmaj7
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
Dbm
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Dmaj7
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Dbm
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
Dmaj7
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
Dbm
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
Dmaj7
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Dbm
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
Dmaj7
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
Dbm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom
Dmaj7
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Dbm
Drippy, drippy
[Chorus]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
Dbm
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
Dbm
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dbm
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Dbm
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
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