lil dog for da low low (rip)

I ain't never been broke, what the fuck I'm sad for?
Bawling with this money, crying paper, that my cash flow
Valid in the ghetto, the beef, it never settle
Why you tryna meddle, pushing P, you barely peddle
Pussy boy, you better get down, walk in, now you get out
Boutta pull the blick out, motherfucker better sit down
I don't wanna hear your bitch out, peel em then I get out
Way I fuck the game, bout to pull my fucking dick out, Imma

Type 2, cold polar steady hold up on the tool
Typhoon lil warmer, gon shoot up out the roof
Markel with the metal, they ain't let me out the room
Ain't tell mane, fuck it, you don't got a clue
I'm gon, tote the blade til the Rojo
No-no get in the trunk of the 4 door
Todo get to clapping on your hoe though
Toto lil dog for the low-low

Fuck awake, Imma lay, just decay on em
Spit the grey, let it spray out the flame on em
Call me Slay lockdown they ain't score on me
With the gang, Haunted House, that's a goat army
Hoes on me, I don't give fuck cause they don't know me
I got my girl, and that hoe love me
Fucking around with the wrong homie
Finna be caught in the, caught in the wrong homi
Whatchu gon do bout it? Sit and take it?
Motherfucker you a blank body
Doing better now they all up on my dick again
Ain't a thang, got a couple thousand Benjamin's
Take it all, way too easy, getting rich again
Only problem, ain't a thang to fit my dick up in
Aye, aye, get the fuck off my estate (Who you?)
Got some acres so it keep me out the way (Way, way)
Aye, aye, mane I barely got face (Who you?)
How the fuck you disappear without a grace? (Aye)

(Type 2, cold polar steady hold up)
(Typhoon lil warmer, gon shoot up)
(Markel with the metal, they ain't let me)
(Ain't tell mane, fuck it, you don't)
(I'm gon, tote the blade til the)
(No-no get in the trunk of the 4)
(Todo get to clapping on your)
(Toto lil dog for the low)



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