Opening - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog

It's a brand tape, what you waitin' for?

Listen to it now, you'll sing and hit the floor

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog

Diggety dog, diggety dog

Diggety dog (Yeah), diggety dog (Ayy)

Man, a debut album, A.J. Smith on the beat

Hot dogs, Lambos, Pokulee, got a lot of brand new heat (Skrrt)

I pull to the club with my shawty, lookin' bling

Man, my glizzy hard as a rock, finna do some mad tings

Still got the Indian Gang, Baby Daddy with the baddies

These strippers flat as a board, but my shawty got the fatty

I used to ride in Lambos, now I rap and play piano

Got a lot of hot dogs, too, in a fandom, food reviews

My pokul still stinky, it's a whole farm of bacteria

I only clean it once a year, it smells just like a fishing pier

This album so sick, got a whole lotta bangers

I call my shawty up every day like an Indian scammer

I lovе to eat hot dogs, everyonе calls me a hot dog king

I know I've already mentioned it, but my pokul really stinky

A.J. Smith, Pokulee, these tunes fire, guaranteed

These hot dogs lookin' bling, beef or turkey? Feelin' quirky

Yes, I stole this beat from Mickey Mouse, mans so trash, ain't got no cash

I pulled his tail and tied him up, this dude so corny, what a chump

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog

A.J. Smith is back, swear this ain't cap

All these tunes will make you dance and clap

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog

It's the end of the song, come sing along

These bars, it'll make you fly to the moon

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog