​dolo lyrics

[Intro]
Evil Empire laughing all the way to the bank, hu-hu-ha-ha

[Chorus]
Do— Dolo, n*gga, I'on need nobody (Too— Too much—)
Too much gas, I'on need no Molly
Pack came in from kawasaki
I count up— I count up bread, n*gga, who gon' stop me?
I keep me a— I keep me a pop, so who gon' flock me?
I'm here, right, n*gga? Finna add a deposit
Finna press that b*tch, just hit her like Bobby (Whew)
Finna drop that n*gga, no problem
I'm poppin' no Percs, 'cause I been off Molly
I been on my sh*t, I'm down on callin'
In that Trackhawk Jeep, on the highway, flowin'
Whatever you say, is not important
Stuck in the E-Way, b*tch, I'm in sport (Yeah)
Lil' n*gga a lame, I'on need no source
Ran down on a b*tch, I increased my force
Up in the pack, and my di*k was gon' torture
Travalin' every day, b*tch, I ain't tourin'
I'm feelin' exotic, by havin' a foreign
I count up— I count up nack, and stack bread in the morgue
Keep f*ckin' with that b*tch, finna text her she boring

[Verse]
Got too much all in my pack
Got too much all in my back
Got a bad b*tch, "Sit on my lap"
Got a bad b*tch, she say, "Slatt"
Tеll her, "Sit down, you ain't that"
Finna take you up off the map
b*tch, you ain't on that, n*gga, rеlax
I keep me a big gun, I ain't gon' scrap
[Chorus]
Do— Dolo, n*gga, I'on need nobody (Too— Too much—)
Too much gas, I'on need no Molly
Pack came in from kawasaki
I count up— I count up bread, n*gga, who gon' stop me?
I keep me a— I keep me a pop, so who gon' flock me?
I'm here, right, n*gga? Finna add a deposit
Finna press that b*tch, just hit her like Bobby (Whew)
Finna drop that n*gga, no problem
I'm poppin' no Percs, 'cause I been off Molly
I been on my sh*t, I'm down on callin'
In that Trackhawk Jeep, on the highway, flowin'
Whatever you say, is not important
Stuck in the E-Way, b*tch, I'm in sport (Yeah)
Lil' n*gga a lame, I'on need no source
Ran down on a b*tch, I increased my force
Up in the pack, and my di*k was gon' torture
Travalin' every day, b*tch, I ain't tourin'
I'm feelin' exotic, by havin' a foreign
I count up— I count up nack, and stack bread in the morgue
Keep f*ckin' with that b*tch, finna text her she boring