[Intro]

It’s The Dawg

[Verse]

Sliding hot big ass pistol and a bankroll in the car

Ummi ask me “Where I’m going” I don’t know but ima’ make it far

Wilt Chamberlain a nigga block we drop a hunnit on them boys

Coming in hot doing two hunnit in a strike this motha fucka foreign

I’m an original block boy auntie need a fix I got rock for her

You know I’m running point I’m a top score

With fine shit break her back on the top floor

I don’t give a fuck about a rap check bitch I’m a drug lord

Walk in CBS real drug store I’ll blow shit come back with way more

Whips chain like a fucking chain boy

That nigga bitch I blame who raised boy

Yeen ain’t got the money then what you came for?

Nigga had an eight why the fuck he aim for it?

If you ball we must not be on the same ball

Smile at your bitch her panties turn into a rain forest

You shit you sign for I sold cane for

Fake ass designer we don’t shop in the same stores

You ain’t got all the money why you here nigga?

Twenty wall to wall chandelier nigga

We bored I might pour the whole pint me and Sku

Ion really know ya mans tell him “keep it cool”

[?] Gon’ back whatever I wanna do

I just out that car pew, pew, pew shit flying hot shit going through you & you & you & you & you & you nigga we gon close casket the funeral

Papi gon pop that shit that ain’t nothin new

Step to the pot hit that bitch with the one two

Ice box on my mouth shit doing dance moves

Hit the one with the shh I could take you to trap school

It’s a button on the back they like “How it shoot that smooth”

They heard “Frr” then I make the car vroom

Lil Cuz get drunk hit a nigga with a bar stool

Act crazy ima’ show you what this AR do

All my life i been a drug dealing bastard

Drop that money on you ion care how it happen as long as it happens I’m not complaining

Lil’ cuz gon bounce that drac and swing it

I’m back on that shit again went to Izzy now they back on my dick again

Micro drac go-

Ion fuck with dude not even a little bit no led diamonds this the real shit

This that dig it up out the field shit twenty five thousand on a grill shit

Bro could rap but he wanna drill shit combat Tim with the kill switch

You could rap but you’s a real bitch ion need niggas to back my play

Got an original and a all black drac

I tap one time that’s all it take

I tap one time and take off your face

I travel bitch I can’t get off the drink

Finna pop me a other Percocet

Rp’s cool yellow’s work the best

I payed seven hundred for this Dior shirt

Fucking fine shit she made my shirt a mess

She said “I got a name it’s not fine shit”

Girl you fine shit and you my bitch

If I tried to i couldn’t stop it no matter what bitch ima’ pop it

Phew this bitch got a turkey on her she thick as shit like Aunt Jemima

From the front see the rump from behind her said “She wanna bump” ima’ dump inside her

[Outro]

It’s The Dawg