Doley lyrics

[Hook: Young Juice]
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like b*tch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in dat nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and b*tch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like b*tch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie

[Verse I: Young Juice]
And I said Damn b*tch no you can’t do that
Pockets can fuller and the pockets gettin fat
And you said I won’t be nowhere now I’m lookin where you at
And ya b*tch listen to my music she addicted like it’s crack

[Hook: Young Juice]
Gettin guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like b*tch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
[Bridge: Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat b*tch to gimmie neck gimmie brain

[Verse II: Minamisrage]
Shawty what chu want from me?
(Ok)
You a dime piece
(Always)
Baby don’t play don’t play games
I know dat you want me no time to waste
But I been doley in this sh*t
Needa find me a new b*tch
Balenciagas wit the kicks
No a n*gga can’t resist
She da baddest where she live
She be f*ckin on my drip
All these n*ggas on my sh*t
Used to rage on every hit
(Yeah)
Lemme flex on these hoes
I been gettin money I might buy her a rolls
Louie v belt wit the Louie v rose
(Yeah!)
Flex on my ex when I call up the rolls
Now we full of wealth
Got dat Dior on my belt
Got designer on my shelf
Why these n*ggas scream for help
Like can you please help me rage I need help
But where was y’all at when a n*gga went through hell ?
Now we ballin and we Beamin
Fightin all these demons
Got some drip from Barney’s
Then we head to Neimans
Get head from a Barbie
She suck up all my semen
Member them some days When n*ggas was only dreamin
[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat b*tch to gimmie neck gimmie brain

[Hook: Young Juice]
Stack guap get it on my doley
You don’t get no money like b*tch you is phony
So fly balenci’s on me I feel like tony
You is not my brudda man you not my homie
Goin fast in that nascar
Ima do the dash (uh)
Rocket ship on me and b*tch you know I’m boutta blast off
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh
And oh I leave you in the past ohhhhh

[Bridge: Minamisrage & Young Juice]
Not a rockstar
No I’m not a pop-star
I been in my own lane
Neck fallin cause of all the chains
Told dat b*tch to gimmie neck gimmie brain