Dawgs

I just wanna ball with my dawgs
But they switch
Why they gotta hate on me
Trade on me
I just wanna ball with my dawgs

Waking up hittin San Diego
Hit my dog T
3K for the payroll
I'm back to the field
I gotta lay low
I swear these other cats Super
Phony hella fakeo
Gimme gimme gimme queso Gimme pesos
Niggas take a L
And come back With a drako
This the brimhall special
You cant duplicate
Money comin in
From different angles I accumulate
Whoa
You know this big business
Givin money to the homeless
With no camera to witness
In the gym wit a membership
I'm steady with fitness
My dog locked up
The judge threw the book
And gave em the sentence
In a rav4 rental
Pushing down the grapevine
Hittin Vegas
Smokin cookies on the state line
How you flex a fake rolly
You on fake time
I'm never talking to the bitch
On FaceTime

I just wanna ball with my dawgs
But they switch
Why they gotta hate on me
Trade on me
I just wanna ball with my dawgs
But they switch
Why they gotta hate on me
Trade on me
I just wanna ball with my dawgs

Waking up and I thank god
That he made a nigga
So solid so suave
Hometown hero
Even when the bank was on zero
She told me slide I hit it
And she whippin up the meatloaf
Golf cart just to check the mailbox
Bring 'em to the spot
And I got em shellshocked
Mr wavy
All gas no pit stops
Really started from the bottom Headed to the tiptop
Keep it lit like a candle
I can't panhandle
Manage everything I can handle
Steak with the lobster
Good posture
Genuine keep it real no imposter
Bustin back
This is hella fun
Stacking funds
Fund the operation
While we get a buzz
Burn dank on a daily basis
In the Homerun
Skippin all the bases
You a dummy if you racist

I just wanna ball with my dawgs
But they switch
Why they gotta hate on me
Trade on me
I just wanna ball with my dawgs
But they switch
Why they gotta hate on me
Trade on me
I just wanna ball with my dawgs



Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Harvey
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