Dog Bark

Rich nigga
Bad bitch getter
He got six figures
Take your bitch across the world
She come back
She got bricks wit her
Oh, he a bitch Nigga
Drop a dis
You ain't him nigga
Plus im gucci down
Smoking out da pound
But I then zip niggas
If I up this bitch
Go back inside
Real trench niggas
Bleek was right on side me
In all black
We was lick hitters
Trying to rob a nigga like 49
Real trend setter
You fell in love broke
I blow a bag
And make ya bitch thicker

Oh you cop one too
But I'm that thing
That mean my wrist bigger
Knew I was gonna be the shit
Ever since a lil nigga
Grew-up around, drug dealers
Hard hitters, wig splitters
They ain't want help Lil Mally
They ain't want see me get it
They ain't want to see me
Count a million
Straight up out the trenches
They just wanna see the killing
They don't want see me living

Riding in a double R
Umbrella for the rain now
Louis V shades on
That'll block the pain out
Posted in the same city
Like I ain't got no fame now
Still with them same niggas
Down let Ks off
We ain't going broke no more
Really out that same city
I didn't serve a bunch of dope
Gave niggas plenty hope
Thousand pounds coming in a month
I serve a ton of smoke
They ain't gonna let us in this bitch
(No), I'm gonna kick the door
Really I done step so much
All my black shoes broke
Pull up on a fucking bike
Dressed up like a hobo
No, No!
Pull up in I'm shooting shit like JoLo
Bouncing around this bitch
I got a pogo
I'm swinging in that coop thing
Nobody in here with me
Bitch I'm solo
A hundred around my neck
So now the chain glow
Plus my ears and
Fucking wrist froze
I'm masked up on that camera
So they don't know
They know I'm ATM
But I still bang 4s
Might tell a bitch to come here
10,000 dollars spent
Just for this new gear
50,000 in my mouth
Just for this new year
Back, back
And let him do him
He a gangster
I ain't tripping
I'll shoot him
Your patnas round you bucking
I ain't tripping
I'll shoot them
Hold up
Let me check my swag
Before I go up
You better come and book me
Before I blow up
Now my wrist look like a cold cup
Slice a Nigga up
Just like a cold cut
I'm steaking with this cooker
He getting rolled up
Chest froze
I got a cold heart
I'm chasing after bread
Like I'm Usainy Bolt
I snatch you with my eyes
Ain't gotta talk
I'm in a hell cat
But it got a dog bark
Yeah

Rich nigga
Bad bitch getter
He got six figures
Take your bitch across the world
She come back
She got bricks wit her
Oh, he a bitch Nigga
Drop a dis
You ain't him nigga
Plus im gucci down
Smoking out da pound
But I then zip niggas
If I up this bitch
Go back inside
Real trench niggas
Bleek was right on side me
In all black
We was lick hitters
Trying to rob a nigga like 49
Real trend setter
You fell in love broke
I blow a bag
And make ya bitch thicker



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Writer(s): Jamail Ledet
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