[Intro]
It’s The Dawg
[Verse]
Sliding hot big ass pistol and a bankroll in the car
Ummi ask me “Where I’m going” I don’t know but ima’ make it far
Wilt Chamberlain a nigga block we drop a hunnit on them boys
Coming in hot doing two hunnit in a strike this motha fucka foreign
I’m an original block boy auntie need a fix I got rock for her
You know I’m running point I’m a top score
With fine shit break her back on the top floor
I don’t give a fuck about a rap check bitch I’m a drug lord
Walk in CBS real drug store I’ll blow shit come back with way more
Whips chain like a fucking chain boy
That nigga bitch I blame who raised boy
Yeen ain’t got the money then what you came for?
Nigga had an eight why the fuck he aim for it?
If you ball we must not be on the same ball
Smile at your bitch her panties turn into a rain forest
You shit you sign for I sold cane for
Fake ass designer we don’t shop in the same stores
You ain’t got all the money why you here nigga?
Twenty wall to wall chandelier nigga
We bored I might pour the whole pint me and Sku
Ion really know ya mans tell him “keep it cool”
[?] Gon’ back whatever I wanna do
I just out that car pew, pew, pew shit flying hot shit going through you & you & you & you & you & you nigga we gon close casket the funeral
Papi gon pop that shit that ain’t nothin new
Step to the pot hit that bitch with the one two
Ice box on my mouth shit doing dance moves
Hit the one with the shh I could take you to trap school
It’s a button on the back they like “How it shoot that smooth”
They heard “Frr” then I make the car vroom
Lil Cuz get drunk hit a nigga with a bar stool
Act crazy ima’ show you what this AR do
All my life i been a drug dealing bastard
Drop that money on you ion care how it happen as long as it happens I’m not complaining
Lil’ cuz gon bounce that drac and swing it
I’m back on that shit again went to Izzy now they back on my dick again
Micro drac go-
Ion fuck with dude not even a little bit no led diamonds this the real shit
This that dig it up out the field shit twenty five thousand on a grill shit
Bro could rap but he wanna drill shit combat Tim with the kill switch
You could rap but you’s a real bitch ion need niggas to back my play
Got an original and a all black drac
I tap one time that’s all it take
I tap one time and take off your face
I travel bitch I can’t get off the drink
Finna pop me a other Percocet
Rp’s cool yellow’s work the best
I payed seven hundred for this Dior shirt
Fucking fine shit she made my shirt a mess
She said “I got a name it’s not fine shit”
Girl you fine shit and you my bitch
If I tried to i couldn’t stop it no matter what bitch ima’ pop it
Phew this bitch got a turkey on her she thick as shit like Aunt Jemima
From the front see the rump from behind her said “She wanna bump” ima’ dump inside her
[Outro]
It’s The Dawg
