Preach

Zaytoven

Ayeeeee

You know what up, haha

It's Dolph!

Zay, what's poppin'!

Never trust a bitch, never trust a nigga

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches

Get the scrilla

Young hustla, these muthafuckin' niggas

Never trust a bitch nigga, get the scrilla

I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they shady

These bitches they just wanna have my baby

Born in the 80's, crack baby

Mama she was in the streets, so guess who raised me (the streets)

You muthafuckin' right

Couldn't get it from my mama, so I got it off the block

Been workin' my whole life, but I ain't never punched the clock

9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn

Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed

Pussy ass nigga telling on his own fam (pussy)

Same nigga that you break your neck for

Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up

'Pose to be chasin' money, but you chasin' bitches

Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen

Stack that paper up, and then make boss moves

She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)

Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach)

Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)

Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak, if that nigga don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)

I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free (Preach)

Zay got the muthafuckin' bass thumpin, Dolph got the muthafuckin' trap jumpin

Doors to the trap open, I'll sell you something

Hell nah, don't ask, I ain't frontin' nothing

I fucked yo bitch then told her, "I'll see you around!"

Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnit thou'

Dolph just poured an 8 in a two liter pop

They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops

Addicted to hustlin', I can't stop (can't stop)

Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop (Ay)

Never hear me complaining 'bout what I ain't got

Cause if I want it, I'mma go get it

Free my nigga Yo Diddy

Got Paper Route tatted on yo hoe titty

Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy

Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for Benjamins

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)

Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach)

Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)

Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak, if that nigga don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)

I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free (Preach)