a-plus (remix)

a-plus, thug nigga get your cake up, we're smokin' on that a-plus, uuuuh, uuuuh. thick bitch with me got that a-plus, yeah, it's dolph, i'm flyin' through the city in a 2 seater, runnin' red lights pourin' up syrup, thick bitch with me poppin' pain killers, i'm smokin' loud a.k.a. that brain killer, bought a house in the hood to sell kush there, five franklyns for my prada footwear, my family infested with dope fiends, guess it run in my jeans cause i'm sprung on codeine, the bad bitches show me love, the broke niggas hatin', snitches tellin' on me got the feds investigatin', the illest nigga in my city nigga, straight up, these lil' niggas midgrade, dolph a-plus, first thing first when i wake up, i brush my teeth and roll a blunt of a-plus, plus you sold kush he make you wanna lay us, i told lil' mama, bitch you got that a-plus, a-plus, a-plus, she off the chain with it, i gave her a a-plus, a-plus, a-plus, i pull up with the calculator, i'm servin' a-plus, since a pup, i been running with them thug niggas, from the 6, it's a land full of drug dealers, you say you scared of what? you better be scared of us, nigga, fuck a entourage - bricks all on my bus, nigga, i bought a mansion in the hills to hide dope there, i love sun valley, but there really ain't no hope there, i bought a condo and i do not have no clothes there, we don't fuck hoes there, don't do nothing but cook o's there, seventeen years old, and i got ho fair, police catch me, they gonna strap me to that old chair, i'm paying twelve, 'bout to sweep it under the rug, nigga, looking at the mirror, looking at the pub, nigga, i called my plug and spent a hundred on some a-plus, my bitch one hundred, that mean she a-plus, gave her a stack just for her weave and her make-up, she quick to tell a fuck nigga, get your cake up, who the fuck you think she got it from? she dolph girl, i'm counting money while she loading up the mossberg, seventy racks on my old-school, got a challenger on my left wrist, everything i got came from me pumping a-plus in south memphis, y'all know how i get down, in the trap going pound for pound, i got a little toy that hold a hundred rounds, dolce belt, gucci shirt, and a stupid-ass pair of d squares, i'm mismatching, but what the hell?, i'm in ruth's chris with your man there,