Young Dolph - Hashtag lyrics

[Intro] It’s over wit’ for ’em (Sosa808) Lil’ boy business over there Paper Route business over here Ha, yeah [Chorus] Bad b*tch, bougie and she ratchet (Yeah, yeah) Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (Yah) Smoking weed and shopping sprees, my bad habit (Yah) Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (Uh-huh) Every day, I come out fresh as fu*k, hashtag (For real though) Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (For real though) Yeah, I do the most, that’s why you mad, mad (Yeah, yeah) M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Ayy, I been going crazy, crazy, been telling mе slow down lately (Slow down) On the E-way doing one-еighty, and still can’t believe I made it (Yeah) Whatever I want, I take it (Yeah) Invited your b*tch to dinner, then called her back, told her that I can’t make it (Sorry) But she gon’ still pull up and fu*k me crazy ’cause that’s my baby (Yeah) But last night she was just texting me talking ’bout she hate me (What?) Machine guns all around my house, I grew up on Dick Tracy (Ugh) P’s of strong just to roll up, I smoke like I’m Jamaican (What’s that?) VS1 rocks in my ears and they all in my bracelet (Whew) My lil’ boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet Having this sh*t die come (For real though) Having paper don’t feel like nothing when your dawgs don’t got none That sh*t, that’s what I got on (Uh-ugh) [Chorus] Bad b*tch, bougie and she ratchet (Yeah, yeah) Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (Yah) Smoking weed and shopping sprees, my bad habit (Yah) Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (Uh-huh) Every day, I come out fresh as fu*k, hashtag (For real though) Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (For real though) Yeah, I do the most, that’s why you mad, mad (Yeah, yeah) M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Oh, you mad, mad? (Damn) You sit up, gossip ’bout other ni**as, you sad, sad (Damn) I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad She met a real ni**a, now she just wanna smash, smash Ayy, every time she see me, yeah, she cut up (Go crazy) Diamonds on me hitting, kicking, biting, they like what up? (Stupid) “Am I tripping? Look Dolph, you still ain’t signed a deal”, sh*t, what for? Say you can find another ni**a like me, baby, good luck, ha (Ugh) Blue diamonds, blue Chevelle, pull up bumping my sh*t Blue racks, blue Chanel, Dolph, you such a stylist Drinking on the dirty and still smoking on the loudest I’m my daddy’s son so I know that ni**a the proudest [Chorus] Bad b*tch, bougie and she ratchet (Yeah, yeah) Something like a pimp, just like my daddy (Yah) Smoking weed and shopping sprees, my bad habit (Yah) Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (Uh-huh) Every day, I come out fresh as fu*k, hashtag (For real though) Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (For real though) Yeah, I do the most, that’s why you mad, mad (Yeah, yeah) M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags M’s on top of M’s, I’m getting bags, bags