Full Throttle

[Intro – Young Dolph]
(Ayy… yeah)
It’s Dolph!
You know what the fuck goin’ on (uh-huh)
I turned my hustle to a mansion, my pain to a bankroll (facts)
Paper Route business… we don’t stop at no red lights (skrrt)
Uh-huh…
(Let the bandpay)


[Hook – Young Dolph]

Pedal down, I’m in my lane, I don’t do the brakes (nah)
Hundred on the dash, hundred bands in the safe (safe)
Chrome pipes growlin’, let it eat, let it shake (grrr)
Whole team winnin’, every move heavyweight (yeah).

[Verse 1 – Dolph]
Big body coupe, it take two just to park it (skrrt)
Neck full of water, got me lookin’ like a target (ice)
Still in the trap with the scale on the carpet (trap)
Came from the mud, now my life high-octane, flawless (facts).

[Verse 2 – Key Glock]
Floor it on the interstate, I’m smokin’ exotic (gas)
Racks on my lap, and my wrist look robotic (bling)
Ain’t no competition, I don’t see nobody (nope)
If it ain’t about the profit, lil’ homie, change the topic (get it).

[Hook – Both]
Pedal down, I’m in my lane, I don’t do the brakes (do the brakes)
Hundred on the dash, hundred bands in the safe (bands in the safe)
Chrome pipes growlin’, let it eat, let it shake (rahhh)
Whole team winnin’, every move heavyweight (heavyweight).

[Outro – Dolph & Glock ad libs]
(Dolph) Yeah… full throttle, uh-huh.
(Glock) Glock! skrrt skrrt.
(Dolph) Paper Route business, never pump the brakes.
(Glock) We gone.

Memphis Trap → heavy 808s, booming bass, sharp hi-hats