Lyrics Yung Bans – Dolo

Text:

Jay Storm already told you we got the bands in our pants

Bitch I’m ridin dolo (yea)
(Yeaah)
Bitch I’m ridin dolo (bans!)

(Yeaah)
(Ay)
Money so long
Money so long
So long

Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo

Bitch I’m ridin’ dolo (ay)
Pull up in a stolo (ay)
Diamonds in my chains different color like crayola (ay)
I can’t fuck this bitch til she comin with dat odor (ay)
Pull up and you know I got the supercharged motor (ay)
Bitch it’s Yung Bans, yung nigga I got older
Bitch I’m jiggin’ with dat pack
Bitch I’m jiggin’ fo dat set
If a nigga pull up on me, den he better have my cash
If a nigga ain’t got my cash, then you know I’m on the gas (yea)
Race track (ay), moving very fast
Nigga gotta come in first, bitch I can’t come in last
Bitch I really do this shit I can’t be nothing like my dad (huh) (yea)

That nigga sitting on his ass (yea)
(Yea) Aaand bitch I’m dolo
Pull up, geeked up
Movin’, slow mo
Po’ up, four up
Den pour four more
Fo ya bitch cause she a ho ho
Ho ho, hold up
Pull up, roll up
Good gas, smoke up on ya poster
Your bitch she wanna fuck me cause she know a nigga glowed up
Bad nigga (yea) (ay)

Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolooo