[Intro]

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Dawg Shit Records

[Verse]

All I know is work the stove

All I know is punch the bowl

Auntie beating down the door

All I know is fuck a hoe

I only came here for the money

Bust a slab then hit the road

Got a dope house in a school zone

Papi got a pool on

He was broke I pull a fool on

Auntie love me I can’t do wrong

About that money put that tool on you

My bitch line you, we move on you

Scotches gave me two on you

I’m my brother keeper pay attention

Don’t play with niggas play with bitches

Papi like to play with pistols

Might pull up in that hrr-skrrt

I jump out that bitch, hrr-hrr-hrr

That bitch say "Papi hood as fuck"

That pussy just not good enough

Don’t that would’ve, should’ve, could’ve stuff

I pull up, trunk still in the front

I roll a passion in my blunt

Two slabs now, I started with one

Fivе more minutes I’ll be donе

I’m trying to beat the morning rush

When brody died I wanted to quit, kept dropping, started going up

The opps gon' post addys to they shows, them bitches know I’m pulling up

Put money on ya, shut you up

That bitch too bad, she’ll set you up

Super soaker, wet you up

You need me to, I’ll chef it up

Rock Margielas like I stepped in mud

Chain water I fell in the tub

Had to get proper, I’m fresh as the fuck

She don’t know my name but she gon' let me fuck

Bro'nem slide that door back, fuck (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

Micro Drac' with the monkey nuts

When the Glock in your face now you not tough

Put a nigga in the hole like Shia LaBeouf

Kick in the door then we tying him up

I put that shit on, she say I’m fine as fuck

Shut the fuck up, bitch, you just tryna fuck

She like "Where you going?" Bitch, I’m going to get the bucks

Run to the money, I’m going to pick it up

Amiri jeans on and I wear 'em like Levi’s

Dior B22, rock 'em like Filas

Real deal locsta, chill in the beehive

Cartier cover up both of my eyes

I jump out the car with a switch

A nigga get hit, black bag, he zipped

Chase a nigga down, on his ass, jumping the fence

If I catch him in traffic get hit in the whip

Hit the corner, get missing, like, "Papi you tripping"

I’m finna get millions, but still doing missions

He in his feelings, his bitch in my kitchen

First night I met the ho she let me hit it

I’m Big Belly Fred

All my opps dead, if not they fled or told the feds

I take money out the bank just to go on your head

When I get in that mode all I’m seeing is red

COD with the Glock, I got a kill streak

Keep popping that shit everyday know they feeling me

Beat it from the back, she like "You killing me"

Bitch, if you ain’t dead yet then you finna be

I put that shit on

They calling my phone all day long, won’t leave me alone

Serve auntie a slab when I seen her at AutoZone

When you get in my car don’t be using no camera phones

Walk in that bitch like Sylvester Stallone

Two tone Glock, I’m the real Tuff Tone

Tweaking on tuesday with two turnt thotties

Back out the chop, then get on your body

No, I don’t get sturdy

Bitch I do burglaries

I really rob shit, I’m on that dog shit

I don’t give a fuck about nun' they talking

I’m a real mobster, nigga, I don’t fuck with bosses

M5 Bimmer, no, this not the Audi

I’m gone in a blink, bitch, you never saw me

She text my phone like "You never call me"

I don’t really pick up unless it’s my daughter

Baby Z rich as shit, Balenci' her kicks

Everyday she wake up she get fresh as a bitch

She FaceTime me just to show me the shit

I said "Pop it, lil' baby, you doing ya shit"

Her momma be mad I don’t give her no cash

Bitch get off your ass and go get some money

Baby Z call me like "What you got for me?"

I don’t give her no story, I give her some money

My momma proud, my grandma proud

I used to wear BK hand-me-downs

Opps hated, they can’t stand me now

I’ll jump out that car and walk you down

I’m back in that mode, still on that business

Might sleep good when it’s finally finished

Brody c-day just passed

I walked in parole with thirty-thousand cash

Every chance I get I'ma show my ass

I know my daddy kinda proud

My mom say I got my daddy style

Look like her with my daddy smile

My daughter really like my twin

Bitch that’s my brother and my man

I jump out that car and I go for him

I don’t wanna know what happened, I know I’m throwing

I get deep off in my feelings

Really sold heroin out the building

Gram-by-gram I had to build it

Grandma don’t know I served civilians

She don’t know that her friend a junkie, her girlfriend bring me all her money

I remember just like yesterday, abuela was cleaning on a sunday

I left a plate under the couch, she found the plate and throw it out

I damn near lost my fucking mind, that’s all I had, bitch, every dime

I can’t be mad, bitch, that’s my grandma

I called bro and told him "Front me"

He said "I love you to death, but bitch I’ll kill you if you run with my money"

I told him "Stop with all yo' shit"

I go to chopping up a split

I serve you top side grits

Serve you on my side hit

I’m still a dirty little nigga, I just get fresh as fuck everyday

I’ll still serve yo' ass and rob you, guess I’m just stuck in my way

Skuwop told me "Use Waze"

I don’t really like that app like that

I can’t really tell you shit about me 'cause Ion really like to chat like that

I sold smack on the east, I served crack with B.G

Long live cuz', I was tweaked

With that pistol, like to sneak

Where the yak? I wanna drink

Long Live them boys, that’s all I think

She want me to fuck her by the sink

I just woke up from a fucked up dream

I took a pill I’m tryna chill

She tryna tell me how she feel

It look like I’m listening, but Ion hear her

I put that shit on and look in the mirror

The top VLONE, the bottom Amiri

Beam on the Glock hit you in your veneers

Car go *vroom*, I'm switching the gear

Sport plus mode, bitch, I’m outta here

[Outro]

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