歌詞
That's my dawg, we not the same, but that's my bro
Ain't no backdoor gang, you wanna be the plug But watch his soul before he peep your brain
Ain't fallin' off over nearin' one of these hoes Pussy all the same, run off with the pack
And clear this name, tryna catch a fade I been in the trenches, need my riches
Gotta make a livin, gotta feed my people Sellin' dirty dawg, don't turn me evil
Pop up like I'm Reaper, like it's Halloween and Christmas season
Light yo' ass up, pieces into eight slices, get Lil' Cesar
Bitch, I been on with my town zone, this a real phone, hit my line
Never slow, my trap on go, come get a grim at any time
Lately, I been dunkin' hoes like Tim, that pussy Duncan Hines
Bust all on her burger, suck me in the trap after I murder
I been in this shit, I think you knew to this, go get a brick
Junkies say they love the dope, they think it's raw, it took a hit
These phones gotta stay on, Duke paid in the rent
Gotta make it home, I know I prayed for this My bitch mad, I ain't got time, she can babysit
Climb, fuck you, pay me, bitch, just whip you in
Limo 10, she love the type, don't ask for shit
This that Laffy Taffy fit, I'm just tryna make it big
Don't let them find out where you stay, cause they might backdoor where you live
Rizzy in my veins, I'll sell you food if I don't got cocaine
Then switch your lanes, **** flex for bitches when they really lame
Gon' make it rain, **** pay for pussy, I'm gon' buy a chain
450 for exotic, 800 for deposit, I don't need no wallet
Look like Neiman Marcus, y'all inside my closet
Why you stallin? Play me for that fetty before you see this coffin
Drug game, how you talkin' money? What's your plug name
I'll slime you out, they scared of me like when them bugs came
Written by: Larry Smith, Yon Cmane
