FREE DOGGY Songtext
von EST Gee & 42 Dugg
FREE DOGGY Songtext
(Dmac on the fuckin′ track)
Ayy, I still be in the trenches for my grandma
Still shootin' craps, still takin′ care of my mama (Tuned up!)
Bring my niggas back, I got two hundred on your honor
Get these bitches whacked, I got another one, not no nanas
So I ain't, nah, bitch, for real, know we blitz for real
Cuzzo tote a bitch for real, all the way, can't give a deal
Out to a nigga who really mobbin′
I see that bitch, might rob her
I′m trippin', I got a problem
My bitches all know I′m solid
Get that pint, I might re-rock it
From drank down to them Roxies
Lil cuh know 'bout them homis, but gon′ take it to the grave
I ain't never gave ′em no names
All I know, forever I'm bangin'
How the fuck you leave me hangin′?
You the reason I got famous
You see cuz, you better paint ′em (yeah)
All this money got me anxious (yeah)
Bitch, all this money got me- (anxious, yeah)
Opps think I'm lettin′ up, finally I'm blockin′ from they page
Hood hero like Luke Cage, I'm just glad I ducked them raids
I send opps to outer space, I send packs to other states
I had money before fame, don′t get killed tryna catch no face
Niggas sayin' names, they know me and gang don't play no games
Cost a hundred K, hope this lawyer beat my brother case
Set the city to flames, bright, so I told Hutch to tint my frames
I ain′t switchin′ lanes, gangster 'til they put me in my grave
They know this shit real, I ain′t gotta keep goin' in details
Turnt the city up, we out here spinnin′ like a Sprewell
Platinum in the streets and I ain't even drop my presale
I ain′t need scales, I dish out loads, I've been a team player
I'm still eatin′ off emails (okay), my first jugg was a P sale
Got a million cash in retail, won′t shop again once these gone
I'm lockin′ in, that grave phone my best work
Young turnt nigga, still network, she a bad bitch, prolly F'ed her
No rat bitch can claim me, I′m top ten
Send the money, we can lock it in, droppin' tens
Nigga play with red, the team get dropped again
We got sticks and fins, pull your shit back like a lid
You can ask the streets, I ain′t gotta speak on what I did
This is how you win when you rap 'bout what you live
My youngin know I'm on it if they had snatched them kids
All my niggas doin′ bids, all my bitches doin′ it big
In that kitchen, I get busy, not that 'caine, I fuck with rizzy
Too much residue, I′m dizzy, he pop out, bro go and spin him
(Tuned up!)
Ayy, I still be in the trenches for my grandma
Still shootin' craps, still takin′ care of my mama (Tuned up!)
Bring my niggas back, I got two hundred on your honor
Get these bitches whacked, I got another one, not no nanas
So I ain't, nah, bitch, for real, know we blitz for real
Cuzzo tote a bitch for real, all the way, can't give a deal
Out to a nigga who really mobbin′
I see that bitch, might rob her
I′m trippin', I got a problem
My bitches all know I′m solid
Get that pint, I might re-rock it
From drank down to them Roxies
Lil cuh know 'bout them homis, but gon′ take it to the grave
I ain't never gave ′em no names
All I know, forever I'm bangin'
How the fuck you leave me hangin′?
You the reason I got famous
You see cuz, you better paint ′em (yeah)
All this money got me anxious (yeah)
Bitch, all this money got me- (anxious, yeah)
Opps think I'm lettin′ up, finally I'm blockin′ from they page
Hood hero like Luke Cage, I'm just glad I ducked them raids
I send opps to outer space, I send packs to other states
I had money before fame, don′t get killed tryna catch no face
Niggas sayin' names, they know me and gang don't play no games
Cost a hundred K, hope this lawyer beat my brother case
Set the city to flames, bright, so I told Hutch to tint my frames
I ain′t switchin′ lanes, gangster 'til they put me in my grave
They know this shit real, I ain′t gotta keep goin' in details
Turnt the city up, we out here spinnin′ like a Sprewell
Platinum in the streets and I ain't even drop my presale
I ain′t need scales, I dish out loads, I've been a team player
I'm still eatin′ off emails (okay), my first jugg was a P sale
Got a million cash in retail, won′t shop again once these gone
I'm lockin′ in, that grave phone my best work
Young turnt nigga, still network, she a bad bitch, prolly F'ed her
No rat bitch can claim me, I′m top ten
Send the money, we can lock it in, droppin' tens
Nigga play with red, the team get dropped again
We got sticks and fins, pull your shit back like a lid
You can ask the streets, I ain′t gotta speak on what I did
This is how you win when you rap 'bout what you live
My youngin know I'm on it if they had snatched them kids
All my niggas doin′ bids, all my bitches doin′ it big
In that kitchen, I get busy, not that 'caine, I fuck with rizzy
Too much residue, I′m dizzy, he pop out, bro go and spin him
(Tuned up!)
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, David Mcdowell, Spencer Harris, George A Iii Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
