Young Dolph - Ask Your Bitch Lyrics

(Zaytoven) paper Route Business
It's Dolph
We runnin' circles 'round these fuck niggas
Hey, hey

I got ten grams of strong in a raw cone
(Woah) your bitch just jumped in my
Car with no drawers on (Damn)
You still got it 'cause you got bad, bitch
Mine all gone (What?)
I'm iced out, but I ain't even got it all on
Ayy (Woo)
Uncle told me keep a backup plan to fall on
(Okay) i'm doin' shows
But still got five plugs to call on (Hello?)
My favorite tool was the
Scale before the microphone
(What you tryna get?)
Post up in your hood with that sack
And treat it like it's home (Turn up)
Fuck the rap game
It's full of flodgin'-ass niggas (I swear)
I came from the hood with
Nothin' but robbin'-ass niggas
(South Memphis)
Most of these niggas lame as fuck
Ain't never had no cake (Haha)
Yeah, every day our birthday
That's why we celebrate, ayy
This bitch all up in a rich nigga face
(What the fuck?) ayy, my nigga
Come get your bitch and put her in her place
(It's Dolph)
You see this shit around my neck, boy
I'll die about it (Hey)
Used to be fucked up, went and got a
Million, nigga, I ain't cry about it, ayy
(Paper Route Empire)

I just scratched your main bitch off my list
Nigga (Bitch)
I spent your favorite rapper
Advance on my wrist, nigga
(What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin'
Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga
(Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit?
Go ask your bitch, nigga
(Uh, huh)
I just scratched your main bitch off my list
Nigga (Bitch)
I spent your favorite rapper
Advance on my wrist, nigga
(What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin'
Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga
(Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit?
Go ask your bitch, nigga
(Uh, huh)

I just asked your sister what
That pussy hittin' for? (What up?)
I just scratched your main bitch off my list
Bruh (Check)
Got a spot out in Vegas
Just to hide the paper (Woo)
Got a house out in Bartlett
Just to hide the choppers (Grrah)
Glock 90, six pounds, stashed it in my locker
(I been trappin') went to class and told the
Teacher I ain't doin' shit (Naw)
If I ain't sellin' weed
I'm skippin' school with a bitch (Yup)
Guess who baby mama DM'd me
Said "You the shit?" (Who, bruh?)
I would tell you
But I'm always startin' shit (Damn)
This Rollie got them Hammer Time rocks
They too legit (Woo)
I'm all about my paper
I don't indulge in foolishness (Nah)
Yeah, you a good rapper
But I really know you a bitch (Bitch)
These rappers mad at me
They askin' what's the big deal? (Woah)
To get to where I'm at
Them suckers signed six deals (Damn)
Just scored a sixty pack and hid
'em at your bitch crib (yeah)
No, I ain't got no rap enemy
I'm just shittin' on the industry

I just scratched your main bitch off my list
Nigga (Bitch, it's Dolph)
I spent your favorite rapper
Advance on my wrist, nigga
(What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin'
Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga
(Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit?
Go ask your bitch, nigga
(Uh, huh)
I just scratched your main bitch off my list
Nigga (Bitch)
I spent your favorite rapper
Advance on my wrist, nigga
(What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin'
Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga
(Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit?
Go ask your bitch, nigga
(Uh, huh)

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