DAWGS (Lightning Jutsu)
I just be rollin up pressure
To take away pressure from life
I always live for today
Cause I could be gone in a night
I only keep dawgs around me
Testin the bark and they bite
You pussies ain't ready
We pop the confetti
You chasin the light
What a sight
I keep a clipper like a barber
Still catch a fade
You niggas do a lot of talking
That ain't for me
I do my talkin in the booth
And I keep it a G
I rather take your attention
Like cuttin the beat
6 God
I do this shit for my town
HennyGawd
I ain't never needed no crown
From the east side
And I'm down
Figure I drown yo ass with this sound
Surfin beats
And I'm on a wave today
Wake up
Get paid
My aim
You niggas is fish filet
Fake
And you cookin wierd to me
You had the jokes for April
I made it thunder in May
I fire Chidori
It's aimed at yo homie
Then is you gone up it or skate
You got a burner cause you ain't a fighter
My 9 get the final say
Smokin on opp pack
We get em
Ain't leavin em no get back
Fact
You niggas should cut cap
For I put a hole in yo fav hat
Oh them ya homies now
I bet you ain't tell em
You big rat
I keep a clip stacked
Might empty it over some big racks
I just be rollin up blunt after blunt
It ain't for a stunt
You niggas got freedom of choice
I tell you
This ain't what you want
You niggas be beefin in lines
I'm different
I beef wit a punch
I came up from servin em food
You gone take 12 to brunch
On a hunch
Only exotic inside of my stick
That go for the wood too
This shit got me stuck to the couch
I might just call it some wood glue
Real recognize real
But we askin who is you
You run to the piggies if you got a problem
But strut like you bulletproof
Bitch niggas gone dodge me when they see me
I wet your noodle like linguine
You niggas fake as broccolini
Ski mask folded in my beanie
They hate when I'm right like Mr. Feeney
I bake the beef and mix with ziti
You niggas gone pay
Im done with freebies
Gimme my plate
It's time for feedin
I just be rollin up pressure
To take away pressure from life
I always live for today
Cause I could be gone in a night
I only keep dawgs around me
Testin the bark and they bite
You pussies ain't ready
We pop the confetti
You chasin the light
What a sight
I keep a clipper like a barber
Still catch a fade
You niggas do a lot of talking
That ain't for me
I do my talkin in the booth
And I keep it a G
I rather take your attention
Like cuttin the beat
To take away pressure from life
I always live for today
Cause I could be gone in a night
I only keep dawgs around me
Testin the bark and they bite
You pussies ain't ready
We pop the confetti
You chasin the light
What a sight
I keep a clipper like a barber
Still catch a fade
You niggas do a lot of talking
That ain't for me
I do my talkin in the booth
And I keep it a G
I rather take your attention
Like cuttin the beat
6 God
I do this shit for my town
HennyGawd
I ain't never needed no crown
From the east side
And I'm down
Figure I drown yo ass with this sound
Surfin beats
And I'm on a wave today
Wake up
Get paid
My aim
You niggas is fish filet
Fake
And you cookin wierd to me
You had the jokes for April
I made it thunder in May
I fire Chidori
It's aimed at yo homie
Then is you gone up it or skate
You got a burner cause you ain't a fighter
My 9 get the final say
Smokin on opp pack
We get em
Ain't leavin em no get back
Fact
You niggas should cut cap
For I put a hole in yo fav hat
Oh them ya homies now
I bet you ain't tell em
You big rat
I keep a clip stacked
Might empty it over some big racks
I just be rollin up blunt after blunt
It ain't for a stunt
You niggas got freedom of choice
I tell you
This ain't what you want
You niggas be beefin in lines
I'm different
I beef wit a punch
I came up from servin em food
You gone take 12 to brunch
On a hunch
Only exotic inside of my stick
That go for the wood too
This shit got me stuck to the couch
I might just call it some wood glue
Real recognize real
But we askin who is you
You run to the piggies if you got a problem
But strut like you bulletproof
Bitch niggas gone dodge me when they see me
I wet your noodle like linguine
You niggas fake as broccolini
Ski mask folded in my beanie
They hate when I'm right like Mr. Feeney
I bake the beef and mix with ziti
You niggas gone pay
Im done with freebies
Gimme my plate
It's time for feedin
I just be rollin up pressure
To take away pressure from life
I always live for today
Cause I could be gone in a night
I only keep dawgs around me
Testin the bark and they bite
You pussies ain't ready
We pop the confetti
You chasin the light
What a sight
I keep a clipper like a barber
Still catch a fade
You niggas do a lot of talking
That ain't for me
I do my talkin in the booth
And I keep it a G
I rather take your attention
Like cuttin the beat
Credits
Writer(s): Jaylen Bennett-cavaiani
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