We got a dog we got a dog we got a dog hey hey hey hey hey
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
All about my chips leave these hoes pissed
P's on me but I'm locked in with the Crips
Designer on the drip make them lose they wits
Any damn BAP gon' shit
Don't hit my line bout no shit and got no luchi for no bitch
I'm a kiddo all pose my nigga tip and pose
Stand on my ten toes a young nigga Risco
Feel it in her lip nose steady duckin' ten-fo's
If she don't run it in the bitch a pretend-o
She on a nigga line but ain't talk about no bread
Hit my cash tag her she's left on red
In traffic in the corners bitch layin' in the bed
Rich a nigga shit bitch you heard what I said
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
Don't hit my line with no shit got no Fedya for no bitch
In that mode see I'm goin' stupid on that short bus
The sauce ain't dummy then it's not me
Two hours of India couple shots of cop kicks
Couple of shots of cop kicks
I was down there as you can stand on my zapatos
Brick on the table full of cheese that's some nachos
Yeah that's some nachos
Yeah that's some nachos
Dollar dollar bill I ain't givin' ho' nothin'
Dollar dollar bill I ain't givin' ho' nothin'
I step in the lab home run get to runnin'
I step in the lab home run get to runnin'
Yeah Saturday I stand on top of the roof with a joint
How you gon' compete when every song is a joint
Two-fo's pulled up bumpin' Nicki it's sticky ah
I ain't comin' home tonight
Don't hit my line with no s***
Got no fat yeah f*ck no b****
Don't hit my line with no s***
Got no fat yeah f*ck no b****
Don't hit my line with no s***
Got no fat yeah f*ck no b****
Don't hit my line with no s***
Got no fat yeah f*ck no b****
Don't hit my line with no s***
Got no fat yeah f*ck no b****
Don't hit my line with no s***