[Intro]
Uh
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along
Get along, little doggy, get along
John Dillinger, yeah
John Dillin'
[Chorus]
I'm living that YSL lifestyle (That lifestyle)
We living that 1017 lifestyle (1017, let's get it, let's get it)
We living that rich nigga shit lifestyle (Rich nigga shit, nigga, nigga)
We living that fly shit only lifestyle (Fly shit only)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Get along)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Yeah)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Wee)
Get along, little doggy (Get along, little doggy)
John Dillinger
[Verse 1]
I'm geeked out my motherfucker mind (Boy)
I got a whole lot of shit, I ain't paid a dime (Fuck)
We take everything (Yeah)
We'll steal the scene (Steal it)
We take niggas bling (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Money talk like Charlie Sheen (Woo)
Bah, bah, bah, man down, get him (Get it)
Treated his body like chicken bricks (What?), split him (Woo)
Catch his pussy ass, take your belt off, whip him (Sheesh, sheesh)
Pussy nigga tried to run off with them bricks talkin' 'bout he missing (What?)
Fold his pussy ass up just like a centipede (Centipede)
Count so much money with my thumb, everything I touch turn green (Green thumb)
I'll make your white t-shirt feel like Miskeen (Bah, bah)
Hundred bands got my skinnies looking like Bugle Boy jeans
[Chorus]
I'm living that YSL lifestyle (That lifestyle)
We living that 1017 lifestyle (1017, let's get it, let's get it)
We living that rich nigga shit lifestyle (Rich nigga shit, nigga, nigga)
We living that fly shit only lifestyle (Fly shit only)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Get along)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Yeah)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Wee)
Get along, little doggy (Get along, little doggy)
John Dillinger
[Verse 2]
Wake the fuck up fat ass, that pussy nigga got that connect
Let's gon' 'head and grab, then smash (Sminnash)
Slow it down, don't you see they rounds?
Yeah, they Army'd down even though we gon' spray 'em down
I'm on that, so therefore I keep my hand on my gat
Nigga shot me in my finger (Now I laugh)
Now I'm shooting a Tommy Gun (With a rag)
Then I hop off in that six-seven Jag'
Smash, I smash on they ass
Bugle ball son, I got big guns
I'm throwin' trust funds
Hit 'em with the golden gun, James Bond's son
Let's get it
[Chorus]
I'm living that YSL lifestyle (That lifestyle)
We living that 1017 lifestyle (1017, let's get it, let's get it)
We living that rich nigga shit lifestyle (Rich nigga shit, nigga, nigga)
We living that fly shit only lifestyle (Fly shit only)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Get along)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Yeah)
Get along, little doggy, get along, get along (Wee)
Get along, little doggy (Get along, little doggy)
John Dillinger
