Young Dolph - Story lyrics

[Intro] Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop [?] Well I was standing on, across the [?] Dawg, who gone, you know, hah Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest n***a, hah I ain't taking no b**h out, I'm taking n***as off (catch up) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got 25 pints in my boot bag 25 ounces of that OG gas I got a mall full of young n***as, OG man And I'm a paper route boy, and Young Dolph fan I got the pretty white squares with the dragons I made half a mil betting on the falcons And I still giving dope to your daddy Call me unc 'cuz you know I f** your mammy 26 and straight eight, with the head back Getting head from your momma where the [?] at? Red fours on a red and black bentley Crip blue fortune looking just like panties Low weight n***a but I'm riding on skinnies Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20 I at least made 20 mil along i20 20 years old yeah 20 f**ing licks 20 year old gucci 20 year old b**h 80 rows and I'm 30 years old With the suicide doors and a ride or die b**h Drive a car for my n***a said daddy wanna please me Tell me where you wanna come, then so he can meet me Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street Ain't no n***a gon' jump me, a n***a gon' chump me [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Just got a call that my dawg got you steady, (word) Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah) It's the part of the game where sh**'s getting tragic n***a say he got problems we gotta let him have it Bought a couple AK's and a couple carbines, (ey) My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (f**) He wrong or he right b**h we shoot him on sight Burn your man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight Thanks to breaking down these bails I done live the good life, (yeah) We out in vegas partying like ain't sh** happened Out here f**ing whitney, b**h, tryna see what happened I hate b**h a** n***as with a pa**ion I had to leave ain't got no time for no question askin' Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin' Shoot a n***a a** out John Paxson [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm the type a n***a that'll shoot you in public Ran into a n***a that i robbed in public I said i heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought i wear it ugly Up the tone, ready and i ain't do it in the public Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought i was gonna bust it I ain't give sh** back that is not up for discussion You shoulda known zone 6 boys hate to be trusted Pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a custom Said the n***a had it roasting the p**y n***a lucky I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket Yeah i rob your homeboy but i ain't motherf**ing ducking If you see me in the club, gotta keep on trucking 'cuz these n***as wanna f** sh**, and i ain't with the f**-a-roo Got a pistol on me dawg, eh yeah, its the stress in me Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me It was 1998 when i first learned the recipe I was buying dope, cook, man those f**ers was catching me Better sell these quick, man the lord he was blessing me Got a carbine and a tec, got a whole lotta weaponry Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy Put a cap in the mob, yeah them n***as was finessing me But i broke off ain't gotta be here [?] unprofessionally Man my first second mill put that pistol on that Mexican