Dead Ass Serious lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Hook: Young Dolph]
When it comes to that paper I be dead ass serious
My driveway look like the Fast and the Furious (skrrt)
My b*tch say why you be so motherf*cking serious
I said cause I ain't got time for bullsh*t, period
When it comes to my n*ggas I be dead ass serious
When it comes to scrilla I be dead ass serious
Catch me speedin' in traffic and smokin' on that killer sh*t
I'm always spendin' money, every other day I'm at the dealership

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Just another day, young n*gga gettin' paid
I been sellin' P's since the 10th grade
n*gga you b*tch made, I'm selfmade
Have more money than the principle in the 12th grade
I feel like Cube, today was a good day
You ever made a 100k off of two plays
Rubber band it up and send that sh*t back to the bay
My lil b*tch love when I buy her heels and call her bae
You say you trapping but you broke so you just in the way
Spent 10,000 on carpenters and cages

[Hook: Young Dolph]

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I just left the dealership
Young n*gga in a foreign car membership
MVP I won the trap n*gga championship
Don't play with me, play with your b*tch
That's how n*ggas get killed
Solid n*gga a 100 percent, that's just how I was built
A cup of sizzurp with my cookies I don't need no milk
Flip another pack and go get another whip
I'm dead ass serious, I'm dead ass serious
These rocks on my arm, clearer than icewater
Jumped in that pus*y and I swear it feel just like water
My stash house, floor just white marble
Servin' out the supercharger
Everyday my spot get hotter than hotter
[Hook: Young Dolph]
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