Dedication New
This make me feel like the Dedication 2 or some sh*t man
The Dedication New
Shoutout Dusty
Heard you need a mattress sealy, serta sleeping on me hoe
You been doing that from the gate but you cheapping on me hoe
I heard you going from a distance yea they thieving on me hoe
You been slipping, tripping now them n*ggas tricking on you that there
Yo bitch tripping she a hoe
My niggas blitzing they on go
We got pistols at yo door
Look thru that scope shoot at yo fro
Masked up with the shotti give em the signal he gone blow
murder scene yellow tape dead bodies gonna floor
Peeled that back like a potato yea we call that idaho
He was yappin out his neck, now he be talking I don't know
I been heard him on that block but he aint moving all that blow
He be saying that he the rock he must be talking Dwayne Johnson
Bullets fly watch em do the long jump
He be acting all tough when the hogs come
Street sweeper watch em run like them dogs run
Whole team got them ratchets like them Ball sons
The got recruiters for shooters now where I stay
They packing all of them rounds from round the way
They letting off with them sh*ts the gone spray
It's lots of hogs round here I'm gone say
Get down get down lay down everybody cappin'
Get down get down get down everybody strapped
I don't know who to trust
You don't know who gone bust
Gotta stay low
Gotta stay low
Gotta stay low don't give it up
Say thats the sound of police
whoo whoo 9-1-1 emergency
It's a dead body in the street
Head gone thats a f*cking casualty
Cuz he was lacking
And we was packing
And he was acting like a gangsta rapper
He didn't want action
He was just rapping
My n*ggas savage with all these hood tactics
This ain't no cappin'
I make transactions
Back and forth you know whats up you know whats cracking
F*ck out my baggage
Why you stash it
Cops tryna plant it on me why they crashin'
Hoe n*gga stop actin
Out my face
Out my space
Out my faction
What you on? No passion
We be in this bitch lit like Thrasher
That K shoot with kick it play for Dallas
The fact yo daddy raised a bitch the shit is tragic
Yo shit be jamming' on that block they call you traffic
Yo son a bitch and to the hood you known as Magic
The Dedication New
Shoutout Dusty
Heard you need a mattress sealy, serta sleeping on me hoe
You been doing that from the gate but you cheapping on me hoe
I heard you going from a distance yea they thieving on me hoe
You been slipping, tripping now them n*ggas tricking on you that there
Yo bitch tripping she a hoe
My niggas blitzing they on go
We got pistols at yo door
Look thru that scope shoot at yo fro
Masked up with the shotti give em the signal he gone blow
murder scene yellow tape dead bodies gonna floor
Peeled that back like a potato yea we call that idaho
He was yappin out his neck, now he be talking I don't know
I been heard him on that block but he aint moving all that blow
He be saying that he the rock he must be talking Dwayne Johnson
Bullets fly watch em do the long jump
He be acting all tough when the hogs come
Street sweeper watch em run like them dogs run
Whole team got them ratchets like them Ball sons
The got recruiters for shooters now where I stay
They packing all of them rounds from round the way
They letting off with them sh*ts the gone spray
It's lots of hogs round here I'm gone say
Get down get down lay down everybody cappin'
Get down get down get down everybody strapped
I don't know who to trust
You don't know who gone bust
Gotta stay low
Gotta stay low
Gotta stay low don't give it up
Say thats the sound of police
whoo whoo 9-1-1 emergency
It's a dead body in the street
Head gone thats a f*cking casualty
Cuz he was lacking
And we was packing
And he was acting like a gangsta rapper
He didn't want action
He was just rapping
My n*ggas savage with all these hood tactics
This ain't no cappin'
I make transactions
Back and forth you know whats up you know whats cracking
F*ck out my baggage
Why you stash it
Cops tryna plant it on me why they crashin'
Hoe n*gga stop actin
Out my face
Out my space
Out my faction
What you on? No passion
We be in this bitch lit like Thrasher
That K shoot with kick it play for Dallas
The fact yo daddy raised a bitch the shit is tragic
Yo shit be jamming' on that block they call you traffic
Yo son a bitch and to the hood you known as Magic
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Writer(s): Ron Mitchell
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