[Intro]
Drop a brick on the scale, woah, that's heavy, nigga
Dawg shit Records, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
I'a get a nigga killed for some petty shit
I can't stand an old naggin'-ass beggin' bitch
I up the Drac' and behead a bitch
I'm way ahead of my time, I'm ahead of shit
Wear a size nine how I step on shit
Niggas actin' like they tough, feel the pressure click
He screamin' like a bitch when the weapon lit
They know what the fuck it is when I'm steppin' in
Hell nah, I'm in your city, I'on check in with shit
Bitch, best check in with me
Got what the fuck you want, got what the fuck you need
I got it for the high and I got it for the cheap
Got some shit that's gon' take long, shit you move in a week
Nigga, when you come, come by by the fleet
Psh, get that shit from me, I got what you–, pshh
I got–, mhh, I got–, tss
I got shit you never heard of
He ain't no trapper, that nigga ain't never served none
These niggas flip burgers, and answer phone calls
Contract killer, take your dome off
I'on really talk long on the phone at all, I'on give a fuck if it's my bitch, my momma or my dog
I'on even play like that, watch what you say like that
'Cause shit could happen, I take that shit the wrong way
Smack the shit out a nigga 'cause I had a long day
Yeah, I'm grimy, better listen to what every fuckin' song say
Get you killed lookin' at me the wrong way
I'on really trust shit, and from the jump, bitch, I been the wrong nigga you won't fuck with
Designered down, hoe, this ain't TRUKFIT
Garage small as hell, bitch, the truck barely fit
Yeah, they know what the fuck it is
I'm the one but I'm not one of them
Fuck around with me, I beat and shot one of them
Spot 'em, got 'em, and drop one of them
This shit get ugly, nigga, came by myself, you bet' not touch me, nigga
I got my motherfuckin' yeah on me, you play, bitch, I'm leavin' with your yeah on me
I got them blues too, oh, I'm sorry, I confused you
The gang pulled up, masked up, like, "Who's who?"
Yeah, bitch, sad news
Bad news, caskets, roses, closed 'em, no, they not open
Faceshot gang, how we do it
Yeah, I slide that dog back, bitch, and slide for like three minutes
Yeah, I slide that dog back and shoot this motherfucker 'til it's empty
Slide that dog back and shoot this motherfucker 'til they finished
Yeah, layin' niggas down, they playin' games, nigga, we don't play around
Shh, don't make a sound, I kicked the door in and then take 'em down
I wave the pound, and then take a pound
Yeah, bitch, it ain't safe around
They gotta pay they taxes, bastard
You can't trap unless you niggas come and ask us
Bitch, I own all my masters, I got a Glock on me bigger than a plasma
You move wrong, pussy-nigga, you could have it
I shoot like Dirk when he first signed with Mavericks
I cook dope with a passion, they like–, pshh, Pap' be blackin'
I'on punch in, nah, not today
I ain't goin' back in, I'm goin' on and on, I'm talkin' on and on
And I'ma slide with my dog, care if he wrong
If he wrong, he wrong, so be it, nigga, but I'm ridin' with him and we'll leave a nigga
I'm not a speaker, nigga, I got a hood hoe, I'on want no diva either
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Should I stop? No, bitch, I'm still goin'
Ice on my wrist, bitch, it's still snowin'
They like, "Boy, you got some rap money now"
What you think, I'm finna act funny now?
You think I'm finna turn funny style?
You think I'm finna stop runnin' round with my .40 cal'?
.30 on me, bitch, but it's–, pshh, fourty in it
Huh, I said that backwards, nigga
I got on a .40 on me, nigga, and it's thirty in it
So that mean I could hit thirty niggas
So tell me, do it look like I'm worried, nigga?
I'm real Rx, no, you can't serve me, nigga
This gang shit, you gotta watch all the niggas that you hang with
And I ain't got no main bitch, I'on claim shit
All these hoes tryin' to get famous
Lil Keed, I'a leave bitch nameless
Bing, bow, I'a leave a nigga brainless
They like, "Wow, I like how that nigga chain hit"
Tss, I'm on the same shit
I got dog and I still make the 'caine flip
You want raw, nigga? We could make arrangements
And I'ma ride for every nigga I came with
I'm on that gang shit, I'm on that Meech shit
I'm on that "'Ddicted to the motherfuckin' street" shit
I'm on that "Cops ask questions, I ain't see" shit
I'm on that, "Shh, be quiet, gotta sneak" shit
I'm on that "Hrrr, SRT" shit
I remember they said I wouldn't be shit
My wrist cost a cheap brick, it cost more when it's remixed
I jugg more than Scoota, nigga
I have my lil' nigga on a scooter, nigga
Slide by, drive-by, he'll do you nigga
"What you do for a living?", bitch, what it's to you, nigga?
Mind your motherfuckin' business, hoe
We shoot shit, hit them and hit the witness, hoe
My bitch got a big ass and she pigeon-toed
She suck good dick so I give her dough
A lil' wrong, but you know how that go
I got options, bitch, eenie-meenie-miney-moe
I got a drake and any given second it'll blow
I got a Drac' but I ain't talkin' 'bout OVO
If you know, you know, shit
You said you want a what for what? You better slow your roll
He said he want some what? Hit him with the okie-doe
Trap shit, nigga, bitch, this all I know
My momma told me, "Change it up", she said, "Stop talkin' 'bout that"
I said, "Momma, I'm a trapper, can't stop talkin' bout that"
She said, "Boy, why the fuck your ass walkin' like that?"
'Cause that shit on me will put a nigga in the coffin like that
Dawg $hit, yeah, I'a dog shit
I'm addicted to that raw shit
Fuck the D.A. and all the laws with 'em
They like, "Man, what's wrong with that nigga?"
Lotta niggas don't get along with me
He don't sell dope, he probably won't make no song with me
They said it's a lotta wrong with me, but it's some good in me
It's just the hood in me, and under the hood a hemi
Supercharged, these niggas super fraud
I got a .30 on me, up it, bitch, nigga, who's y'all?
Who the fuck let them niggas in?
Pat them niggas down 'fore they steppin' in
Slow your fuckin' roll what I recommend
'Fore I up this fuckin' Glock and go to wreckin' shit
Like Wreck-it Ralph, bitch, this my house
I say what the fuck goin' on and who come in and out
Nigga, this my shit, yeah
So why the fuck is all these broke-ass niggas on my dick?
They love me out in public but they hate a nigga on private
Y'know how the fuck I'm rockin', go 'head, try it
Cuban on me, nigga, I'm finna bust it down
Plug called me ten minutes before it's touchin' down
It wasn't nothin' then, bitch, and it ain't nothin' now
You don't know, what? Bitch, move the fuck around
They like, "Pap', you need to buckle down"
Hell nah, you needa stay the fuck from 'round
'Cause I could tell this shit ain't in you
Bitch, I'a black on any fuckin' instrumental, it's that simple
Man, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga, and I been that nigga
I get you gone and I hit at niggas
I don't gotta pay, I do that shit my damn self
I cook dope on my own, don't need no damn help
I run the spot, nigga, hell nah, I ain't no worker, nigga
And if I don't know you, best believe me, I won't serve you, nigga
I'm prolly highed up on the Percies, nigga
It ain't no reason to but I'm still nervous, nigga
They know what the fuck goin' on with me
Yeah, I should take a break but I ain't on that
I would talk long but I think the phone tapped
My bitch wanna fuck but I ain't on that
Don't got time for it
I bought the bitch a bag, it's cheap, bitch, it was Tom Ford
Just to told the bitch I got time for her
But I ain't got no time for her
A dope boy, Dickies suit and some concords
French plug, call me "Bong-jour"
My momma used to tell me, "Boy, the world's yours"
I told my momma I got girl and boy
Like an orphanage, I slide through scorchin' shit
I might porch this bitch, on my Bentley shit
I don't give a shit 'cause they ain't give me shit
Yeah, I'm on some bullshit
I ain't got nothin' for a nigga but a full clip
And I ain't got shit for a bitch but a long dick
I'm on some Dawg $hit, they on some fraud shit
I'm on some "Been there, did that, did it all" shit
I'm on some "If you some need yeah, I'm who you call", bitch
Yeah, they know what the fuck is up
And I could bet my last dollar they can't fuck with us
I could keep goin', nigga, talkin' shit
I crash cars back-to-back, doggin' shit
The whole world know exactly how the fuck I do
I'm a boss, nigga, tell me, who the fuck is you?
Hey, they watched me do this shit from the ground up
Fuck around, they gon' have to dig the ground up and put you in it
Ain't no love for a pussy or a bitch nigga
Everywhere I go, Pap' got the stick with him
I up this bitch broad day and leave you disfigured
It's thirty shots but I'm only hittin' six niggas
Bitch, I been the starter, never been a bench, nigga
Or the sixth nigga
They like, "Who the fuck is this nigga?" and, "Fuck that nigga"
Bitch, I'm a rich nigga, bitch, look at this nigga
I got a brick on my wrist, bitch, six figures
Five, bitch, I'm lyin', I don't give a fuck though
Half of these niggas lil' custos
Every last nigga 'round me cutthroat
We don't love hoes but we fuck hoes
Can't do plains, gotta bust those
If you ain't got enough money, bitch, don't touch those
Diors cost a rack, bitch, ask a–, tss
Diors cost a rack, bitch, that's a fact
We pull up in them Scats, yeah, back-to-back
Get to wackin' shit, bitch, and that'll be that
I'on wanna talk, pussy nigga
You gon' see the spark, pussy nigga
Actin' like a killer and you on that, until you layin' on the ground 'cause your dumb-ass got offed, nigga
You know Pap' don't talk, nigga, I'm a raw nigga, and a dog dealer
[Break]
You stupid-ass bitch, Dawg shit records, nigga
You stupid-ass bitch
Long live them boys, bitch, Dawg shit records
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Man, I would stop, but fuck that, I got some shit to say
Same shit, different day, new hollows, different K
Them niggas broke, I had to lead the way
Bitch, I'a save the day, they–, psh
Too much shit I got up on my mind
I had to bust down the yeah-yeah, I can't tell the time
Paranoid as shit, peekin' through the blinds
I told my brother, "What's yours is yours, nigga, what's mines is mines"
And that's just how it go
We could share everythin', down to the hoes
Down to the jewelry, cars and all of the clothes
Down to the Rolls, nigga, this shit's yours
In these streets, bitch, I went gold
A real dope dealer nigga, never sold my soul
And I never told, always played my role
I'm good with that rock, Steve Nash on the give-and-go
Bitch, I can get it gone
Bitch askin' what type of shit I'm on
Like, "Shit, bitch, is you gon' give a nigga dome?"
Every other day I gotta get a different phone
I'on know what they on, I'on know who they watchin'
I'on know who listen, they say, "You trippin'"
They said, "Since you got some money, you startin' to move different"
I'm like, "Bitch, what the fuck you mean? Bitch, I been havin' shit
I been talkin' shit, I been stashin' shit
I been buyin' Audis just so I can crash the bitch"
She ain't shit, but I still gassed the bitch
And I'm on some flashy shit
I don't like questions too much so don't be askin' shit
Real private nigga, quiet, nigga
One in the head when I'm ridin', nigga
Got Ks in the closet, Bin Laden, nigga
Shit, you woulda thought I was out hidin' with him
My niggas slide like Al-Qaeda, nigga
I got Crips and Bloods and all kinda niggas
All kinda killers, all kinda dealers, all kinda robbers
And some slick-talkers, and some con' niggas
That's the type of shit I'm on, nigga
Fuck a record deal, I got it on my own
If you need it, bitch, I got it, just call my phone
Shit, text me, nigga
[Outro]
Dawg shit records, you stupid-ass bitch
Put your motherfuckin' mask on, yeah
