[Intro]
Hey!
It’s the dawg
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I could make a mess, yeah
I fuck up that check, yeah
Cut and swerve the ‘Vette
On the Perc twelve, lift her dress
I’m in the club shining
Lot of drugs on me, yeah
Lift my left wrist
That’s a flood warning
Bitch the flood coming
I’m a drug lord
I been in drug wars
I got a drug store
Try and get rich from standing on that corner, Ion’ know nun’ ‘bout the Forbes, yeah
Pull up Aventador, yeah
Bitch can’t lift the door, yeah
Baby it’s the dog, and a bitch better not piss me off
Talk like he with that shit, he soft
Real sharpshooter when I grip the rod
We make niggas make trips to God
I get out the booth and get in that car
Pass me the rock, I’ll show you how to ball
Six thousand dollars for my Audemars
I just ran through the Tris, Imma order some more
When it rain, it pour, can you weather the storm?
Brick on my wrist, this shit hurting my arm
Open and click on a nigga, that’s word on my mom
Before I was rapping, ran around with the bomb
In a dope hole, working it all night long
Nigga fuck you, I ain’t finna right no wrong
You don’t hear no lie in none of my shit
My gun ain’t for show, I’m bumping this bitch
I’m rocking my Js, too turnt in this bitch
Nigga play with that fire, get burned in this bitch
Forgiatos make it hard when I’m turning the wheel
I fake him a story and burn him again
I go over the limit when it come to the men
I’m a one man army, I don’t need niggas
I bounce out soon as I see niggas
The nerve of you, I can’t believe niggas
I’m icy like the Mr Freeze nigga
They like “Pap, you gotta take it easy nigga”
Three times three hundred for my jeans nigga
Ion’ wanna hear that make believe nigga
The stove don’t get a break from me nigga
Auntie no this ain’t the place to be nigga
Real RX, Ion’ know nun’ different
I’m strapped the fuck up when I go on a mission
If you ain’t spending no money, stay the fuck out the kitchen
Ion’ know what you thought, Imma handle my business
When I’m back in, late night, handle my pistol
Hollow point bullet, it’ll damage your tissue
Pressing it soon as I think it’s a issue
Micro drake get to kicking, jujitsu
Enough in the drum to hit you and ‘nem with you
Where the hell you gone run when the reaper come get you?
Even your tone, better watch who you speak to
I’m a real deal smacker, I ain’t one of them people
My momma be scared I’ll do something evil
They gone love Pap like one of the Beatles
It start in the street and in the street I’ll keep it
Auntie knock on the door, I’m like “Bye Felicia”
In the club my J, don’t try no reaching
Button in my pants, I’m clearing the scene with it
I know that’s your bitch but I bet you I’ll leave with her
Who the fuck is dude, I never seen nigga
Shot in the throat, make it hard to breathe nigga
.50cal round, Desert Eagle nigga
Drake keep going like I put some E in it
Ion’ know ‘bout them, ain’t none of the Vs rented
Button on the back of the Glock, it keep hitting
Aim at a nigga face and remix it
Bro in the back like “Pap keep tripping”
My shoes tied, won’t see me slipping
Broad daylight, they ain’t see me hit him
Everybody in town saying we did it
I’m high as a bitch tryna tell ‘em we did it
Throw up gang signs like cheap liquor
Toss the knock to the back, flea flick her
