[Intro]

Drop a brick on the scale, woah, that's heavy, nigga

Dawg shit Records, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

I'a get a nigga killed for some petty shit

I can't stand an old naggin'-ass beggin' bitch

I up the Drac' and behead a bitch

I'm way ahead of my time, I'm ahead of shit

Wear a size nine how I step on shit

Niggas actin' like they tough, feel the pressure click

He screamin' like a bitch when the weapon lit

They know what the fuck it is when I'm steppin' in

Hell nah, I'm in your city, I'on check in with shit

Bitch, best check in with me

Got what the fuck you want, got what the fuck you need

I got it for the high and I got it for the cheap

Got some shit that's gon' take long, shit you move in a week

Nigga, when you come, come by by the fleet

Psh, get that shit from me, I got what you–, pshh

I got–, mhh, I got–, tss

I got shit you never heard of

He ain't no trapper, that nigga ain't never served none

These niggas flip burgers, and answer phone calls

Contract killer, take your dome off

I'on really talk long on the phone at all, I'on give a fuck if it's my bitch, my momma or my dog

I'on even play like that, watch what you say like that

'Cause shit could happen, I take that shit the wrong way

Smack the shit out a nigga 'cause I had a long day

Yeah, I'm grimy, better listen to what every fuckin' song say

Get you killed lookin' at me the wrong way

I'on really trust shit, and from the jump, bitch, I been the wrong nigga you won't fuck with

Designered down, hoe, this ain't TRUKFIT

Garage small as hell, bitch, the truck barely fit

Yeah, they know what the fuck it is

I'm the one but I'm not one of them

Fuck around with me, I beat and shot one of them

Spot 'em, got 'em, and drop one of them

This shit get ugly, nigga, came by myself, you bet' not touch me, nigga

I got my motherfuckin' yeah on me, you play, bitch, I'm leavin' with your yeah on me

I got them blues too, oh, I'm sorry, I confused you

The gang pulled up, masked up, like, "Who's who?"

Yeah, bitch, sad news

Bad news, caskets, roses, closed 'em, no, they not open

Faceshot gang, how we do it

Yeah, I slide that dog back, bitch, and slide for like three minutes

Yeah, I slide that dog back and shoot this motherfucker 'til it's empty

Slide that dog back and shoot this motherfucker 'til they finished

Yeah, layin' niggas down, they playin' games, nigga, we don't play around

Shh, don't make a sound, I kicked the door in and then take 'em down

I wave the pound, and then take a pound

Yeah, bitch, it ain't safe around

They gotta pay they taxes, bastard

You can't trap unless you niggas come and ask us

Bitch, I own all my masters, I got a Glock on me bigger than a plasma

You move wrong, pussy-nigga, you could have it

I shoot like Dirk when he first signed with Mavericks

I cook dope with a passion, they like–, pshh, Pap' be blackin'

I'on punch in, nah, not today

I ain't goin' back in, I'm goin' on and on, I'm talkin' on and on

And I'ma slide with my dog, care if he wrong

If he wrong, he wrong, so be it, nigga, but I'm ridin' with him and we'll leave a nigga

I'm not a speaker, nigga, I got a hood hoe, I'on want no diva either

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Should I stop? No, bitch, I'm still goin'

Ice on my wrist, bitch, it's still snowin'

They like, "Boy, you got some rap money now"

What you think, I'm finna act funny now?

You think I'm finna turn funny style?

You think I'm finna stop runnin' round with my .40 cal'?

.30 on me, bitch, but it's–, pshh, fourty in it

Huh, I said that backwards, nigga

I got on a .40 on me, nigga, and it's thirty in it

So that mean I could hit thirty niggas

So tell me, do it look like I'm worried, nigga?

I'm real Rx, no, you can't serve me, nigga

This gang shit, you gotta watch all the niggas that you hang with

And I ain't got no main bitch, I'on claim shit

All these hoes tryin' to get famous

Lil Keed, I'a leave bitch nameless

Bing, bow, I'a leave a nigga brainless

They like, "Wow, I like how that nigga chain hit"

Tss, I'm on the same shit

I got dog and I still make the 'caine flip

You want raw, nigga? We could make arrangements

And I'ma ride for every nigga I came with

I'm on that gang shit, I'm on that Meech shit

I'm on that "'Ddicted to the motherfuckin' street" shit

I'm on that "Cops ask questions, I ain't see" shit

I'm on that, "Shh, be quiet, gotta sneak" shit

I'm on that "Hrrr, SRT" shit

I remember they said I wouldn't be shit

My wrist cost a cheap brick, it cost more when it's remixed

I jugg more than Scoota, nigga

I have my lil' nigga on a scooter, nigga

Slide by, drive-by, he'll do you nigga

"What you do for a living?", bitch, what it's to you, nigga?

Mind your motherfuckin' business, hoe

We shoot shit, hit them and hit the witness, hoe

My bitch got a big ass and she pigeon-toed

She suck good dick so I give her dough

A lil' wrong, but you know how that go

I got options, bitch, eenie-meenie-miney-moe

I got a drake and any given second it'll blow

I got a Drac' but I ain't talkin' 'bout OVO

If you know, you know, shit

You said you want a what for what? You better slow your roll

He said he want some what? Hit him with the okie-doe

Trap shit, nigga, bitch, this all I know

My momma told me, "Change it up", she said, "Stop talkin' 'bout that"

I said, "Momma, I'm a trapper, can't stop talkin' bout that"

She said, "Boy, why the fuck your ass walkin' like that?"

'Cause that shit on me will put a nigga in the coffin like that

Dawg $hit, yeah, I'a dog shit

I'm addicted to that raw shit

Fuck the D.A. and all the laws with 'em

They like, "Man, what's wrong with that nigga?"

Lotta niggas don't get along with me

He don't sell dope, he probably won't make no song with me

They said it's a lotta wrong with me, but it's some good in me

It's just the hood in me, and under the hood a hemi

Supercharged, these niggas super fraud

I got a .30 on me, up it, bitch, nigga, who's y'all?

Who the fuck let them niggas in?

Pat them niggas down 'fore they steppin' in

Slow your fuckin' roll what I recommend

'Fore I up this fuckin' Glock and go to wreckin' shit

Like Wreck-it Ralph, bitch, this my house

I say what the fuck goin' on and who come in and out

Nigga, this my shit, yeah

So why the fuck is all these broke-ass niggas on my dick?

They love me out in public but they hate a nigga on private

Y'know how the fuck I'm rockin', go 'head, try it

Cuban on me, nigga, I'm finna bust it down

Plug called me ten minutes before it's touchin' down

It wasn't nothin' then, bitch, and it ain't nothin' now

You don't know, what? Bitch, move the fuck around

They like, "Pap', you need to buckle down"

Hell nah, you needa stay the fuck from 'round

'Cause I could tell this shit ain't in you

Bitch, I'a black on any fuckin' instrumental, it's that simple

Man, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga, and I been that nigga

I get you gone and I hit at niggas

I don't gotta pay, I do that shit my damn self

I cook dope on my own, don't need no damn help

I run the spot, nigga, hell nah, I ain't no worker, nigga

And if I don't know you, best believe me, I won't serve you, nigga

I'm prolly highed up on the Percies, nigga

It ain't no reason to but I'm still nervous, nigga

They know what the fuck goin' on with me

Yeah, I should take a break but I ain't on that

I would talk long but I think the phone tapped

My bitch wanna fuck but I ain't on that

Don't got time for it

I bought the bitch a bag, it's cheap, bitch, it was Tom Ford

Just to told the bitch I got time for her

But I ain't got no time for her

A dope boy, Dickies suit and some concords

French plug, call me "Bong-jour"

My momma used to tell me, "Boy, the world's yours"

I told my momma I got girl and boy

Like an orphanage, I slide through scorchin' shit

I might porch this bitch, on my Bentley shit

I don't give a shit 'cause they ain't give me shit

Yeah, I'm on some bullshit

I ain't got nothin' for a nigga but a full clip

And I ain't got shit for a bitch but a long dick

I'm on some Dawg $hit, they on some fraud shit

I'm on some "Been there, did that, did it all" shit

I'm on some "If you some need yeah, I'm who you call", bitch

Yeah, they know what the fuck is up

And I could bet my last dollar they can't fuck with us

I could keep goin', nigga, talkin' shit

I crash cars back-to-back, doggin' shit

The whole world know exactly how the fuck I do

I'm a boss, nigga, tell me, who the fuck is you?

Hey, they watched me do this shit from the ground up

Fuck around, they gon' have to dig the ground up and put you in it

Ain't no love for a pussy or a bitch nigga

Everywhere I go, Pap' got the stick with him

I up this bitch broad day and leave you disfigured

It's thirty shots but I'm only hittin' six niggas

Bitch, I been the starter, never been a bench, nigga

Or the sixth nigga

They like, "Who the fuck is this nigga?" and, "Fuck that nigga"

Bitch, I'm a rich nigga, bitch, look at this nigga

I got a brick on my wrist, bitch, six figures

Five, bitch, I'm lyin', I don't give a fuck though

Half of these niggas lil' custos

Every last nigga 'round me cutthroat

We don't love hoes but we fuck hoes

Can't do plains, gotta bust those

If you ain't got enough money, bitch, don't touch those

Diors cost a rack, bitch, ask a–, tss

Diors cost a rack, bitch, that's a fact

We pull up in them Scats, yeah, back-to-back

Get to wackin' shit, bitch, and that'll be that

I'on wanna talk, pussy nigga

You gon' see the spark, pussy nigga

Actin' like a killer and you on that, until you layin' on the ground 'cause your dumb-ass got offed, nigga

You know Pap' don't talk, nigga, I'm a raw nigga, and a dog dealer

[Break]

You stupid-ass bitch, Dawg shit records, nigga

You stupid-ass bitch

Long live them boys, bitch, Dawg shit records

Nigga

[Verse 2]

Man, I would stop, but fuck that, I got some shit to say

Same shit, different day, new hollows, different K

Them niggas broke, I had to lead the way

Bitch, I'a save the day, they–, psh

Too much shit I got up on my mind

I had to bust down the yeah-yeah, I can't tell the time

Paranoid as shit, peekin' through the blinds

I told my brother, "What's yours is yours, nigga, what's mines is mines"

And that's just how it go

We could share everythin', down to the hoes

Down to the jewelry, cars and all of the clothes

Down to the Rolls, nigga, this shit's yours

In these streets, bitch, I went gold

A real dope dealer nigga, never sold my soul

And I never told, always played my role

I'm good with that rock, Steve Nash on the give-and-go

Bitch, I can get it gone

Bitch askin' what type of shit I'm on

Like, "Shit, bitch, is you gon' give a nigga dome?"

Every other day I gotta get a different phone

I'on know what they on, I'on know who they watchin'

I'on know who listen, they say, "You trippin'"

They said, "Since you got some money, you startin' to move different"

I'm like, "Bitch, what the fuck you mean? Bitch, I been havin' shit

I been talkin' shit, I been stashin' shit

I been buyin' Audis just so I can crash the bitch"

She ain't shit, but I still gassed the bitch

And I'm on some flashy shit

I don't like questions too much so don't be askin' shit

Real private nigga, quiet, nigga

One in the head when I'm ridin', nigga

Got Ks in the closet, Bin Laden, nigga

Shit, you woulda thought I was out hidin' with him

My niggas slide like Al-Qaeda, nigga

I got Crips and Bloods and all kinda niggas

All kinda killers, all kinda dealers, all kinda robbers

And some slick-talkers, and some con' niggas

That's the type of shit I'm on, nigga

Fuck a record deal, I got it on my own

If you need it, bitch, I got it, just call my phone

Shit, text me, nigga

[Outro]

Dawg shit records, you stupid-ass bitch

Put your motherfuckin' mask on, yeah