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Artiste : G Herbo
Titre : 1 Scale
[Young Dolph]
(Let the band play)
Yeah

[Young Dolph & G Herbo]

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, ´cause I´m a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin´ hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil´ girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin´, so now I give ´em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop ´em by the pairs (It´s Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It´s Dolph)

In my city, I´m more important than the fuckin´ mayor (It´s Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It´s Dolph)
I got your bitch lookin´ for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli´ for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I´m the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I´m the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil´ nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York City (Uh)

Lil´ black nigga with all this fuckin´ paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can´t go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

[G Herbo]
Bangin´ L´s, swangin´ scales (What?)
Shakin´, got residue in my nails (What?)
Started gettin´ real money, we bustin´ bales
Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin´ my Glock, couldn´t show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the feds
Can´t talk on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol´ bag
´Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)

We was sinnin´ on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I´m sinnin´ in my head, know I´m gon´ prevail, uh
If I call her house phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)
I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I´m hot as hell
Shh, you gon´ do some time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I´m in New York with my nigga Dolph, he rockin´ wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I´m rockin´ Christian Dior with a bag full of blues, all black but it´s Prada still (Swerve)
I´m in the ´Raq, Benihana, don´t eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably killed (Swerve)
Told lil´ bro come out with me in Bally

Get out the ´Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (Shh)
I´ll pull up on your home in a Lam´ smokin´ out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain´t comin´ with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that´s my starter pack
Gettin´ too much money, we ain´t tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that´s the reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren´t part-time
Got a youngin, he only send straight at you (Seen ´em)
You ain´t never heard that snake rap? (Go get ´em)

On a nigga head, then we just can´t catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just ´cause you had to?
Leanin´ up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain´t nothin´ past due
I could go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon´ do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain´t with the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin´ the bag with your fast food (Pussy)