Testo Dawg Baby - YFG FATSO

Testo della canzone Dawg Baby (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album Dawg Baby

Hey, turn me up in the air phone
Catch up, let 'em see how that Glock feels
We do shimmies, take off in that Hot Wheels
Pull these steel, step me down 'cause I'm hot steel
Niggas mad, how 'bout shots for my Block Steel
Real gang shit they don't know about, don't let 'em get 'em
Be real, 'fore they sit at the Glock heels
Once they open they door, it was for who was blunt
Shit shit, write 'em up, it's a Block heel
Ain't care to make no impression, my head full of questions
Now I start to wonder how God feel
I got cheese and I'll do a little extra
These bitches be top of the line, they all near
I'm the reason they happy, why when I make more of my status
That shit get y'all chill
Dog, baby, you're in traffic, once I start tapping
This bitch eat the plate, but I get enough
Look for me, found a whiff, bitch, I been in there
Send me shot like a start and they pause me
That bitch hot, I will not take my killers, duh
He got 63 for us involving me
She gon' be deep with my skin, how I'm dickin' her in
If she slow past, baby, I caused it
Roll up, smoke a nigga like we was with Backwood
I got some frat, I holler
I asked about there to tell you I'm up now
At the reaper, I ain't put my deluxe out
Coulda did, but I don't give no fucks now
Bitch nigga yelling my name, he hushed now
Stand over, we hit, get him rushed out
Searched in my room, contraband got it flushed now
Harder at first, I think I eased up now
Remember I looked up to them, they look up now
Show my watch and this pig bring sluts out
Niggas bring trash out the crib, we bring trucks out
Whole lotta buzz with some bitches to bust down
She don't wanna fuck with my mans, get the fuck out
It's a plan all in, finna cut now
I got too high off the perks, I had to cut down
Silas is sitting on the gym, make it hush down
Niggas ain't fucking with me, they just fuck around
Catch up, let 'em see how that Glock feel
We do shimmies, take off in that Hot Wheel
Pull these steel, step me down 'cause I'm hot steel
Niggas mad, 'bout shots for my block steel
Real gang shit they don't know about, don't let 'em get 'em
Be real, 'fore they sit at the Glock heels
Once they open they door, it was for who was blunt
Shit shit, write 'em up as a block heel
Ain't care to make no impression, my head full of questions
Now I start to wonder how God feel
I got cheese and I'll do a little extra
These bitches be top of the line and they all near
I'm the reason they happy, why when I make more of my status
That shit get in y'all chill
Dog baby in traffic, once I start tapping
This bitch eat the plate but I get enough



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Writer(s): Henry Persky
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