Heavy n’ da Streets lyrics

by

Big Rube


[Intro]
Wow, stupid
Wow, yeah
Wow, stupid
Heavy in the streets
Wow, it’s Dolph
Scream, what's happening my man
You know I had to come f*ck with you
Know I'm saying it’s your boy Young Dolph man
Y’all extra stupid n*gga
You on everything [?]
Know I'm saying [?]
Empire man we in the building my n*gga
Know I'm saying hit me like n*gga
Hood rich, yeah know I'm saying three series in on day
Just like that n*gga, hood rich

[Verse 1]
Word around town they say he heavy in the streets
Shoutout to my n*gga DJ Scream heavy in the streets
Heavy in the streets I guess that's why I'm hood rich
Ain't nothin' like a good pus*y bad hood b*tch
Yo, yeah, my b*tch bad designer heels big bag
[?] pushing up the OG in a zig Zag
On my way to see my son came with a couple gym bags
Make one false move and n*gga that's your sh*t bag (Baow)
Say that they be looking for me here I go it’s Dolph
Welcome y’all to Dolph world, world of a boss
Young Meme in the lab and he produce nothing but crack
Then I roll em all up and smoke em b*tches back to back, yeah
[Interlude]
Uh-huh it’s Dolph, Scream, Dolph
We in this b*tch man
Paper wrapped [?] mother f*cking [?] homie
Know I'm saying, exclusive for our man [?] we be doing this sh*t
You know I'm saying, had to go give it to em
They been waiting on this sh*t, and waiting on this sh*t
Know I'm saying so anything that boy do extra stupid
Know what I'm saying

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no secret 'bout it that I'm heavy in the streets
If you wanna keep your b*tch my n*gga keep her on a leash
Hunnid pounds of broccolI several pounds of collard greens
Wash my hands say my grace now it's time to eat
Shopping spree’s often catch me out in Boston (Damn)
Polo to the floor my n*gg but I don’t do the golf [?]
Higher than an Astronaut more money than your daddy got
All we burn is calI pot my doctor say I gotta stop
Paper Route empire b*tch we run the city
On my way to the top taking whole south Memphis with me (South, south)
Paid to the fullest, young Ace book it
And I don’t always throw punches b*tch I throw bullets

[Interlude]
Just like that, Young Dolph
Welcome to Dolph world, yeah Paper Route Empire
[?] squad we in the building cash [?] stand up
South Memphis, what's happenin'
[?] yeah what’s good my n*gga
Know what’s good my n*gga
Know what I'm talking bout
See you f*cking [?], my n*gga [?]
We don’t talk about you b*tches at the round table n*gga
We wait till we get round the motherf f*cking square table
We can finally talk about you f*ck n*ggas (wow)
You know I'm talking bout, for real n*gga
Steal money steal money count steal overseas swagging
n*gga still outerspace flavor b*tch (Dolph, Scream, Dolph, Dolph)

[Outro]
It’s heavy in the streets my n*gga
Good looking big dawg
Yeah, it's Dolph
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