Dawggy

(Ayy, 40, I got my 40)

Yeah

You got that?

Hey, load 'em up, that nigga finna come get like eight of them bitches

(That sounds like Heem on the beat)

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy

I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it

That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'

That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet

They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em

I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it

The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy

Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging

That lil' bitch be perkin', why you think that I be stallin'?

'Cause I don't fuck with you

Girlfriend turned to my baby mama, so now I'm stuck with you

Your nigga ain't even worth a 50, I'm just being a buck with you

Your pussy good, why the fuck you think I still put up with you?

I be trappin' Bubba plates, I don't fuck with no dog food

And I sold more bricks than your brother and your dog too

I feel like Ross, this bitch here super thick, she 22

We slidin' 22, we in room 222

But birds go for 32

I'm way too P, I give her way more pleasure then baby blue

When I'm talkin' trappin', I'm talkin' servin' them bases too

When I'm talkin' smackin', I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' active too

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy

I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it

That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'

That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet

They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em

I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it

The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy

Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging

I might just buy AMG Benz, come through, I'ma dog 'em

"How much of my love do you want?" Bitch, I want all it

Out here dodgin' all the bad cops just like Mike Lowry

If I ever hit the county, nigga, I ain't doin' no talkin'

I ain't do no talkin', nigga, I just sell white

But my dog Dwight just said he finna teach me how to swipe

Sendin' K2 to my dog behind the wall through a kite

Let the stud drive the bricks 'cause niggas don't never rob dykes

Alright, nigga

Bring a fucking gun, don't bring no knife

Nigga, we don't bring no dope in through no flights

I spin everything from chef up to the vice

And I'll rob or trap before I go and hit a heist (yeah)

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy

I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it

That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'

That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet

They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em

I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it

The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy

Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging