Rese’vor Dogs

[Verse 1: DopeHead]

Mask on my face like Nacho Libre

Grand Theft Auto, call me CJ

Clothes on my body, cash in the brief case

Pull up your pants, dog, this shit is so cliche

Platinum flight pods is copped off Eastbay

I don't give a damn what she or he say

Niggas always stuck on he say she say

The game getting nasty out there, nigga, be safe

Money make it hard for young hoes to keep faith

You niggas live envy, smoke trash, and sleep hate

Y'all ain't balling, you're cheapskates

Listen, I'll show you what the value of a dollar mean

Time for me to throw the mask on like it's Halloween

You ain't got a lot of fiends, you just got a lot of dreams

With beef, then cop them things it's not a thing

Shots is spring like bada boom bada bing

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

D Brown, pump like Reebok

Y'all niggas bums, y'all pump that sheet rock

Y'all too ugly, Rocksteady and Bebop

Me- I smoke it look like a peacock

Your girl a hoe, she drank my semen

All cause I told her I'll take her to Eastland

Bitch nigga jump, get cracked like a pecan

Brown too dazed nigga this where the weak end

Eight 16's, skipping school up in Prestige

Y'all niggas soft like a batch of wet leaves

Brown town mix that Nestle

Brown been copping since (SS Creskey?)

Nigga don't test me, blow your shit out

Matter of fact, I shoot- Call me Danny Dick Out

Nigga I back out, spit till the finish

Have a nigga look like Reggie Dennis

[Verse 3: Chip$]

I ain't gangsta, I ain't never been in a gang

Plus I'm too fresh, rocking bandanas is lame

I ain't a hustla, that's trying to box me in

I mean I hustle but who don't? If you not, you tripping

And you? You ain't dope enough

The 50 Caliber will crack your whole coconut

Uh no milk, just the cherry filling

Shoot a hater in the head, yeah it's very thrilling

I'm in a European car, panoramic ceiling

Staring at the sun, through the transition

I ain't kill that man, nor did my man shoot him

We put bullets in the air, that silly nigga ran into em

I leave your forehead translucent

I leave your rib cage transparent

When I'm hopping out that van shooting

Kill you on film and mail it to your grandparents