DHL lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, let's go (Yeah)
Come on (Yeah)

[Verse]
You know they workin' with Molly
I get them racks in and I'm hitting that dope
Packs in, like b*tch
I know why you do the most
You only win when you do the most
Can't settle 'round like these lame ass bums
He just gotta' trust gang and talk 'bout the gun
These b*tches so broke, can't even buy themselves gum
(That sh*t sad)
I've been countin' up, I need a new thumb
Got a bad b*tch, say she got a bubble butt
[?], you're my son and [?]
Pray to the sky, every Sunday Sun
Thank the Lord, that I'm one of one
Try to copy, but I be catchin' on
[?], like a f*cking couch crumb
That's what they is, dummy
I is what I'm 'posed to be
I get it bigger than locally
Can't just settle 'round just smoking weed
Yeah n*gga, like totally
My stats goin' up globally
I'm rocking Rick, on my toe, elite
Yeah, but not now, no
These n*ggas can't understand
How I count, all these bands
I'm heatin' up, go get a fan
My taste exquisite, never bland
And I keep working, like I'm a [?] (Yeah)
And if you see her with me, just know she stamped
Yeah, like, that's my profit
And your b*tch so annoying, she a walkin' cramp (Shut the f*ck up)
She a walkin' tramp
Say she want some Molly, yeah, I'm [?]
And these b*tches green, like green eggs and ham
Like damn, these b*tches so burned out
If we catch yall talkin', yall get blammed
That sh*t wraps like some saran wrap
Talkin' down, he a dead man
Yall full of them dead men
His pockets empty, oh damn, damn
Can't even pay your own rent
When his momma, [?], he frantic (Huh)
Damn, son
You ain't on the type of sh*t I've been on
(Yea I've been on)
[Outro]
Been on
Go get some
n*gga, go get some