Chords for Young Dolph - 1 Scale (Audio) ft. G Herbo

_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ Yeah, all I [Dm] need is one scale, a couple bells, came in this shit by [Am] myself
Dawg, why you fuck his [Dm] girl?
Oh shit, cause I'm a player, quarterback, no [D] NFL
Ay, Trippie and Chanel, [Am] playin' high, go see In the Mansion with my [Dm] lil' girl
Elevator [Am] was too crowded, so I took the stairs The whole industry was hate, so now I give
em [F] hell Bitch, man, I invest a whole million [Am] in the
mail Yeah, yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah, yeah, yeah
I treat bitches like some shoes I cop from boutta [Am] Paris
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by [Dm] her hair
In my city, I'm more important than the [F] fuckin' mail
[Am] Ten years straight, I set the prices on the cush, I [Dm] swear
I got your bitch lookin' for flippin', I let her ride like [Am] a bicycle
I pulled out and broke on her dimples, quarter million [Dm] for this Richard Mill
I had to run off them bitches, niggas know that I'm the [Am] sickest
Bitches know that I'm the [Dm] littest, whip my dick out and piss on your feelings
I heard that lil' nigga from Memphis, I heard he used a [Am] trapping fender
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley, catch with me in New York [F] City
Lil' black nigga with [Dm] all this fuckin' paper on me, man, what [Am] the fuck they mean, man?
Can't go out like that, [Dm] hold up
Bangin' ill, swangin' skills, shakin' got residue in my [Am] nails
Start gettin' real money, we bustin' bills, everybody on the floor know [Dm] the smell
Dropped out of high school, had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't [Am] show it till
Big bro got life in the fist, can't talk on the phone, but he know his [Dm] will
Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag, til' I pop in the house, I was on [Am] a sale
We was sittin' on Sunday, that bitch in my hand, but I'm sittin' in my head, so I'm [Dm] gon' prevail
If I call the house phone, tell her bring that bitch out, cocked her, my mama [Am] will
I was 18, my OG see me hop out the Benz or a [Dm] Bonneville
I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm [Am] hot as hell
You gon' do some time, niggas probably tell, fuck it, this lifestyle, no, I [F] probably will
I'm in the yo with my nigga [D] Dolph, he rockin' white, but his neck all cabana still
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag full [C#] of blues, all black, but it's Prada [Dm] still
I'm in the rack, Benihana don't eat at her modesty, I be gettin' [Am] probably killed
Told her, bro, come out with me in Bali, get out the rack, he might come, they cut [Dm] your body still
I pull up on your home with a limp, smokin' out the stack, archivact, [Am] this a pet artifact
I ain't comin' with shit, but my pipe in the box, a max 20 on me, that's my [F] starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna [D] make arch rivals, you know we [Am] spark razz
Always outside, and that's rich, we won battles, nigga, [F] we went part time
Got a youngin', he honest and straight-edge, [D] you ain't never heard that [Am] snake rap
On a nigga head, baby, just can't catch, been fightin' mad as fuck, goin' straight past
[D] Ever tried to kill a nigga, that's cause we had to
Mean up in the [Am] clubhouse like Razzle, everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a earful, my [D] mama's had to
Let [Dm] me see what you gon' do, we could team tag too
Oh, you ain't with the shit, has [Am] somebody blast you?
I'll take on my left, but God bless you, I tag you
How you feelin' up back with your