"Smokin' Habit" lyrics
I'm a South Memphis nigga but I'm from Castalia (Yeah)
Keep different flavors, call me young Now & Later (Yeah)
Thirty round extended clip, that's for the violators (Yeah)
Call me back baby girl, I'm tryna count this paper (Damn)
Ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one (Nah)
Finna get this new spot and the bitch can't come (Nah)
Got a lot of bad bitches, I don't trust 'em though (Nah)
I take 'em out to eat and fuck 'em, I don't cuff 'em though (Nah)
Zips goin' for the seven, no bargain
He want a cutie, I told him, "Meet me in the apartments" (Fuck him)
I got plenty cake but shit, I'm still starvin' (Yeah)
I told my plug, "Let's get it on like Marvin"
Nothin' but designer gear up in my closet (Tough)
Fly out of town and spend some stacks with Neiman Marcus (Yeah)
Pocket full of drug money got me retarded (Yeah)
You see that purple mirror, wanna lead that Scrilla Squad shit
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Damn)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Jump in)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns
Got some nigga bitch with me ridin', blowin' dro in the air
Told lil mama call her friend, she told me she don't like to share (Uh)
It's bitches on the side of us, I'm lookin' over there (Over there, shit)
She say shit is disrespectful, you can look but don't stare (Fuck her)
We get up to the suite, she come straight out her underwear
Told her mama be right back and left her ass right there
"Dolph, you ain't shit" and "Bitch, I don't care"
Find another nigga like me, that's very rare (Uh)
These sneakers that I rock, it run me six hundred a pair
I burn a zip of kush up faster than a pack of squares (For real)
The laws pull me over, said, "Why you riding in circles?"
I smashed off on them bitches and I lit back up my purple (Yeah)
Pull up on B Street and holla at them Jones boys
Scrilla Squad nigga, we gettin' money, we ain't trippin' (Yeah)
Ain't talking about money, shit, we ain't listenin' (Yeah)
Keep it movin' shawty, I don't fuck with broke bitches (Yeah)
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Habit)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Come on)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns (Uh)
Shawty, he don't like me but his baby mama love me (Shit)
How you know? Because I can tell 'bout how she suck it (For real)
I like my bitches thick and I like my weed fluffy
I don't drink alcohol but I still pop bottles of bubbly (Yeah)
Group huddle, everybody holler, "Let's get it" (Get it)
Million dollar scheme, homeboy, I'm with it (I'm with it)
I can't fuck with her long 'cause these gals catch feelings (Nah)
I hear that shit you talkin' homeboy but I ain't with it (Fuck it)
I'm a boss nigga so I do boss shit (For real)
Fuck with boss niggas and I keep a boss bitch (For real)
Send them goons at you nigga, it don't cost shit (For real)
Scrilla Squad, we get money, we don't talk shit (Nah)
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Habit)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Come on)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns (Yeah)
Let's get it nigga, million dollar ticket nigga
These suckers don't like it but they bitches love gon' it, uh
Paper Route boy
Young motherfucking Dolph
Young Dolph
Keep different flavors, call me young Now & Later (Yeah)
Thirty round extended clip, that's for the violators (Yeah)
Call me back baby girl, I'm tryna count this paper (Damn)
Ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one (Nah)
Finna get this new spot and the bitch can't come (Nah)
Got a lot of bad bitches, I don't trust 'em though (Nah)
I take 'em out to eat and fuck 'em, I don't cuff 'em though (Nah)
Zips goin' for the seven, no bargain
He want a cutie, I told him, "Meet me in the apartments" (Fuck him)
I got plenty cake but shit, I'm still starvin' (Yeah)
I told my plug, "Let's get it on like Marvin"
Nothin' but designer gear up in my closet (Tough)
Fly out of town and spend some stacks with Neiman Marcus (Yeah)
Pocket full of drug money got me retarded (Yeah)
You see that purple mirror, wanna lead that Scrilla Squad shit
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Damn)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Jump in)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns
Got some nigga bitch with me ridin', blowin' dro in the air
Told lil mama call her friend, she told me she don't like to share (Uh)
It's bitches on the side of us, I'm lookin' over there (Over there, shit)
She say shit is disrespectful, you can look but don't stare (Fuck her)
We get up to the suite, she come straight out her underwear
Told her mama be right back and left her ass right there
"Dolph, you ain't shit" and "Bitch, I don't care"
Find another nigga like me, that's very rare (Uh)
These sneakers that I rock, it run me six hundred a pair
I burn a zip of kush up faster than a pack of squares (For real)
The laws pull me over, said, "Why you riding in circles?"
I smashed off on them bitches and I lit back up my purple (Yeah)
Pull up on B Street and holla at them Jones boys
Scrilla Squad nigga, we gettin' money, we ain't trippin' (Yeah)
Ain't talking about money, shit, we ain't listenin' (Yeah)
Keep it movin' shawty, I don't fuck with broke bitches (Yeah)
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Habit)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Come on)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns (Uh)
Shawty, he don't like me but his baby mama love me (Shit)
How you know? Because I can tell 'bout how she suck it (For real)
I like my bitches thick and I like my weed fluffy
I don't drink alcohol but I still pop bottles of bubbly (Yeah)
Group huddle, everybody holler, "Let's get it" (Get it)
Million dollar scheme, homeboy, I'm with it (I'm with it)
I can't fuck with her long 'cause these gals catch feelings (Nah)
I hear that shit you talkin' homeboy but I ain't with it (Fuck it)
I'm a boss nigga so I do boss shit (For real)
Fuck with boss niggas and I keep a boss bitch (For real)
Send them goons at you nigga, it don't cost shit (For real)
Scrilla Squad, we get money, we don't talk shit (Nah)
Man dirty, sellin' purple, ain't doin' nothin' but trappin' (Trappin')
I ain't gon' even lie, I got a real smokin' habit (For real)
Fuck some pussy, bubba kush, man, I got a habit (Habit)
Pull up on your baby mama, she askin' me, "What's happenin'?" (Shit)
"Ain't shit poppin'," told lil mama, "Come jump in" (Come on)
She know she woulda start, she called and stuntin' on her friend
She constantly lookin' at me, I see her through the Gucci lens
So I pull up at the Hills and I don't do Holiday Inns (Yeah)
Let's get it nigga, million dollar ticket nigga
These suckers don't like it but they bitches love gon' it, uh
Paper Route boy
Young motherfucking Dolph
Young Dolph
