Dolce

[Intro: Lil Pump] Yeah, yeah, Lil Pump, ooh, yeah Brr Ooh, ooh, ooh [Verse 1: Lil Pump] Bitch, my neck wet (Wet), and my wrist wet (Yeah) I do a lot of drugs, but I can't pop no Percocet (Hell nah) Five bricks on the jet (Ooh), feel like Johnny Depp (Yeah) I just sold your auntie some crystal meth (Wow) Everywhere I go I drip, ooh (Yeah), hundred bands on my wrist (Brr), yeah I can't read no book, but I know how to ride a whip (Ooh) If you fuck with Durk, I might go put your ass on a shirt (Doo-doo-doo-fa) Take a lot of molly, so my chest hurt, I can't let 12 come and search (Hell nah), ooh I got guns in the house, go to sleep with a hundred round (Yeah) AK-47 just sittin' in the couch (Ooh), teacher told me "I smell loud" (Huh?) Just turned church into a traphouse (Brr), too much water, I might drown (Yeah) Everybody hate 'cause I'm really up now, and I wear a lot of– (Ooh) [Chorus: Lil Durk] Turn up, gang, gang, and we be fuckin' in Dolce Gabbana Turn up, gang, gang, and they be trappin' in Dolce Gabbana I know some niggas be servin' their mama (Turn up, turn up) If you an enemy, come with a problem (Uh. uh, gang) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Esskeetit, yeah) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Turn up) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Esskeetit, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I know some niggas want money and fumble it (Turn up) I know a killer that fuck with the government (Snitch) I know a goofy that turned to a murderer ([?]) Shootin' like KD, he turned to a warrior (Esskeetit) Bitch asked for this cash, tell that lil' bitch "Like, no way, hoe" Bro got gas, he pull up, serve your ass like postman (Esskeetit) Broke bitch mad, If I spazz, I turn to O.J. (Simpson) You went here sad, why you back? You asked for Rosé (Rosé) Took 'em down, fifty thousand, they be wildin' [?], until then, I'll be silent (Quiet) Bro'nem from the Chi, but they back and forth from Cali (Cali) How the fuck you around? You a clown, just don't dap me [Chorus: Lil Durk] Turn up, gang, gang, and we be fuckin' in Dolce Gabbana Turn up, gang, gang, and they be trappin' in Dolce Gabbana I know some niggas be servin' their mama (Turn up, turn up) If you an enemy, come with a problem (Uh. uh, gang) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Esskeetit, yeah) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Turn up) Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana Dolce, Dolce, Dolce, Dolce Gabbana (Esskeetit, yeah)