FROM THE POUND

Checkmate on the pigs, check up on my kicks
Red dot on ya skin, Pull up never dip
Candy on the whip
Choppa got a grip
Alligator clip
Muslim on the tints
Dirty fingerprints
Burning rubber mints
Temper tantrum fits
Chop nana split
Never smoking shit
I'm a hypocrite
All these niggas kids
Bitch I babysit

Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
That's my dog, oh what
From the pound
Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
That's my dog, oh what
From the pound

Iced out wrist
Tool my hip
See you through the scope you call me the oculist
Tote full clips
On my shit
Made it to the top I've been on the waiting list, aye
Neck like whip cream yeah I call it gelato
Choppa got a solo it sing obbligato
I'm blowin that windy straight outta Chicago
That 15 car garage yeah it look like a lotto
Hop on a track and you thought I had mono
Yop on my hip and I keep it on auto
Serve up a track and I call gazpacho
Racks to my hands like tomato, tomato

Gold tooth in my mouth
Listerine, aye
Fuck you, I get bands
Cash Machine, aye
We just, stick to a plan
I'm counting green
It ain't prom but I pull-up with a fucking limousine, aye
Body count go up like centipede
I'm rapping, this shit got the best of me
I'm smoking on gasoline
Cracked seams, these bitches basic
Vanilla bean
She wanna get on a magazine
Wanna go big screen, with the marines
Shoot it up like some ketamine, Fish is swimming
Hit the stream, bitches chase me
I'm nicotine

Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down,
That's my dog, oh what
From the pound
Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
That's my dog, oh what
That's my dog came from the pound
Came from the pound
Came from the