笨小笨1 Scale歌词由Young Dolph&G Herbo演唱，出自专辑《Rich Slave》，下面是《1 Scale》完整版歌词！
1 Scale歌词完整版
1 Scale - Young Dolph
Young Dolph：
Let the band play
Yeah
Young Dolph/G Herbo：
All I need is one scale a couple bales
Came in this s**t by myself
Dolph why you f**k his girl
Uh s**t 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback no NFL
Ayy
Drippy in Chanel
Drippy
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl
Aria
Elevator was too crowded so I took the stairs
Woo
The whole industry was hatin' so now I give 'em hell
Ha
Business man I invest a whole million in the mail
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I-I-I treat b***hes like some shoes
I cop 'em by the pairs
It's Dolph
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair
It's Dolph
In my city I'm more important than the f**kin' mayor
It's Dolph
Ten years straight I set the prices on the kush I swear
It's Dolph
I got your b***h lookin' for Flippa
Where he at
I let her ride like a bicycle
Ah
I pulled out and bust on her dimples
Ah
Quarter milli' for this Richard
Mille
I had to run up them digits
Run it up
N***as know that I'm the sickest
For real
B***hes know that I'm the littest
Whip my d**k out and piss on your feelings
For real
I heard that lil' n***a from Memphis
Okay
I heard he used to trap in Fendi
Okay
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley
Okay
Straps with me in New York City
Uh
Lil' black n***a with all this f**kin' paper on me man
What the f**k they mean man
I can't go out like that
Uh
Huh hold up
G Herbo：
Bangin' L's swangin' scales
What
Shakin' got residue in my nails
What
Started gettin' real money we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor know the smell uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock couldn't show and tell uh
P***y
Big bro got life in the feds
Can't talk on the phone but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house I was on the sale
Swerve
We was sinnin' on Sunday that b***h in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head know I'm gon' prevail uh
If I call her house phone
Tell her bring that b***h out cocked then my mama will
Come on
I was eighteen
My OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville
Bah
I bought a mansion pop in that b***h fresh off a shootout
I'm hot as hell
Shh you gon' do some time n***as probably tell
F**k it this lifestyle know I probably will
I'm in New York with my n***a Dolph
He rockin' wop but his neck on Gabbana still
Uh
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag full of blues
All black but it's Prada still
Swerve
I'm in the 'Raq Benihana don't eat at Hamada
See opp he get probably killed
Swerve
Told lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq he might come near catch a body still
Shh
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back disappear artifact
Skrrt
I ain't comin' with s**t but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark ride
Bah
I was outside and that's the reason we won battles
N***a we weren't part-time
Got a youngin he only send straight at you
Seen 'em
You ain't never heard that snake rap
Go get 'em
On a n***a head then we just can't catch you
Spin twice mad as f**k we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a n***a just 'cause you had to
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like Rascal
Huh
Everybody rich as f**k ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do we could team-tag two
Oh you ain't with the s**t have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap if God bless you I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast food
P***y
