Young Dolph

Young Dolph - Baller Alert lyrics

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(Izze the producer)

Oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ha ha

(Honorary member)



I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup

Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work

Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert

Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)

I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup

Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work

Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert

Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)



I heard you beefin', ain't nobody got shot yet?

Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects

A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet

Only nigga in the city 488 'Rari

I wen't from sellin' bales to sellin' out shows, nigga

Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on

f**k a record deal, f**k a co-sign

I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)

Made a quarter million sellin' dope in North Memphis

Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis

Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis

But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)

But I swear my California bitch was the littest

I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly

She said she just wanna f**k and go to Wet Willies

I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)

I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)

They don't want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)

I spent in the mall every time that I visit

I'm on tour 'cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me

Them niggas rappin' them fake gangsta stories in the way

I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day

They can teach you how to hate, I'm a show you how to get paid

I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate

Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)

Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)

Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)

Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)

God keep blessin' me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)

Them bitches, I don't trust 'em, tell a hater I say "f**k 'em"

Aye, aye, I be fresh as f**k when you see me donnin'

Tell the truth f**k nigga, you wanna be me donnin'

Doin' donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)

Aye, be quiet, you can't hear 'em, smokin' loud

This lil' bad bitch with me poppin' perkies

I say "What that is? ", she say "That's a thirty"

I woke up this mornin' in a penthouse

Turnin' down bad bitches, I'm the shit now

I'm geeked up, Facebook

Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos

At the [?] house stackin' money like it's Legos

Smokin' big blunts, rubber bendin' pesos

She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)

She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)



I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup

Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work

Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert

Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)

I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup

Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work

Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert

Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)
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Language: English

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