Castalia Hot Boy

[Intro: Young Dolph]

(Let the BandPlay)

Yeah yeah (uh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

50 in Dior, checkers game on the floor

Rockin' 'bout four, she loves dope boys

Bags in the doors, with that [?] switch

I got some more stashed in the floor (trap)

Pull up at the spot, we call that shit the golf course (yah)

All my dawgs icy, call up the rock boys (ay)

Dolph he wasn't shit but a Castalia hot boy (damn)

All these whips they fill up a whole parking lot boy (uh)

Ball with my niggas, bitches ain't got nothing for (sorry)

Best friend scream he love you, but how is that when he ain't loyal (fuck em)

I'm looking at 300 racks right now, how long record

You mad 'cause you became nobody, not important

Yeah Yeah

Super pussy-ass niggas make me sick

All these bad...

... remember when i didn't have a shit

Yeah, the streets love me, she just wanna fuck me

I came up hustling, came up hustling

By myself, with my time, i came up hustling

Yeah, the streets love me, she just wanna fuck me

[Verse 2: Bankroll Freddie]

Bankroll, you the shit

I don't give a fuck about nigga or a bitch

I jumped off the porch and went got it on for zips

Made my first one hundred k and wanna took that trip

Now young nigga's lit

Now young nigga rich

Pickup me that bag

I went and made me up from flips

BKM the gang, i'm screamin' free my brother six