delly’

Intro:
Alright, bet
(Hey, hey, hey), aye, hey, hey (hey, hey)
What, what, what (bow, bow, bow)

Chorus:
Guess I put y’all on the map (that’s a fact)
Bad bitch in the telly arch her back and her nigga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
Steady shitting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

Verse 1:
Switch the flow- matter fact lift the door’s up, said you Curry with the chop’ but my bro Dellavedova
Big body Benz but I whip it like a rover (skrrt, skrrt)
Keep my Glock on my side fuck a sofa (duck, duck)
Bad bitch ass fat like a sofa (like a sofa), knocking on my door like she witness Jehovah
Lucky nigga like a four leaf clover
I’m in SoHo nigga fuck Dover (fuck dover)
Chinatown bitch I’m trooping for some eat's
Need some diamond’s for my chain not my teeth
Hit up Morley’s then I’m sipping on some tea
Forever balling so I do not need no cleat’s (no, no, no)
Forever balling so I think I need some J’s (or some Anta’s)
Don’t need a thottie get the fuck up out my way
Don’t need a liar get the fuck up out my face (okay)
Grow my green while I’m watching for the snakes (yes)
Watch my back even when I lay my head down
Hated school but I walked the stage in a gown
Said you hit the gym, baby turn around
Okay, I can tell it’s working (hey)
She leave cuts on my back I think she a surgeon
How you twenty-five and now you claiming you a virgin
Somebody lying

Chorus:
Guess I put y’all on the map (that’s a fact)
Bad bitch in the telly arch her back and her nigga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
Steady shitting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

Verse 2:
Choppa punch like little mac (woo)
Foreign imported so I don’t know what’s attached (woo)
Spent five hundred for a cat
I don’t even like how that shit sounded (run it back, run it back, run it back)
Left you nigga’s in the past (buh-bye)
Smoke you nigga’s then i’ll leave you in a ash tray (hey)
Neck, wrist, glisten looking like a ice tray
Valentini’s on the face bitch it’s high frames (gang)
Your chain ain’t water bitch it’s looking like some light rain (gang)
Left that shorty cause she giving me a migraine
Bro-bro always selling packs he into spice trade (cut it out)
She think i’m stressing I’m just happy that we parted ways (cut it out)
Trip

Outro:
(Hey, hey)
Guess, I put y’all on the map, Guess, I put y’all on the map
(I’m bout’ to punch you in your face ‘cause like, nigga)
(Drop that shit nigga)