T-Stackz - My Dawg (feat. Woo) [Freestyle] Lyrics

Ima pull up on lil shawty like a diaper
Laying down eat it like a sniper
That's my dawg imma let him bite her
Tool on me she gone let me pipe her
Bic lit call a nigga lighter
Beat it up nigga I'mma fighter
Wifeyy type, I can never wife her
Up early, pulled an all nighter
Shawty bad but she aint the one
Up and under then I'm one and done
She make it rise nigga like the sun
Sunset here go all the fun
Where the freaks at, they come out at night
Using every finger like im tryna type
I dont have a type but shawty not my type
Never had a type cause i like what i like
Freaky bih but she a sneaky bih
I pass her to ya you can keep the bih
No number saved, I delete the bih
Tryna trick a nigga, watch me treat the bih
Like a piece of meat that I'm just tryna eat
Smash pass then i hit repeat
Cat-like falling on my feet
Make her suck me dry until i fall asleep
Don't conversate and i don't go on dates
White girl, she just lost some weight
Work at chik fila and i don't have to pay
Yo girl built like milk without the shake
Can't talk it out ain't nun to talk about
You walking in, I'm just walking out
You on a list and i just crossed you out
Keep it real that's what it's all about
New hoes coming by the flock
I just told a hoe that i just want the top
Old hoes finding new ways to try to climb they way back to the top
Fitbit, I need a fit bih
Life's a game i use the hitstick
I just got a text you wanna hit this
Im like hell yeah shawty let's get it

Mane don't I look like a lick
Mane don't I look like a brick
F*ck it, let's see where it get
Call up Lil Red, He gone pull up with sticks
Call up the three, he gone shoot and don't miss
Drink my shit straight, ion need nothing to mix
Pull on her hair when I fill her with dick
IPhone record we gone make us a flick
Got me a girl, you bet not tell her shit
That 205 grammar, she loving my swag
That shit got her mad, I still got on tags
Dropping a band just to cover my ass
I don't gotta brag
You see it's a bag
Run it up, f*cking up a check
Wanna beef, nigga that's a bet
Ion beef, gang handle that
They gone creep aiming at ya neck
Bitches in they feelings bout a nigga
Only thang I'm feeling is the skrilla
Chase checks and pockets getting bigger
Back shots, I bet a nigga kill her
Say she never met a nigga realer
Lay her down and eat her like some dinner
Love faces, loving when I'm in her
Bend her over, lick her before I split her
Imma nasty nigga that's for sure
Pulling out the racks just to show
Let a nigga think shit sweet
Try to take it bet my dawg blow
We can bring the pressure to ya door
Jewelry really ran a nigga four
Ion gotta give a green light
Bet my dawg still gone go
I can never trip about a hoe
Cut me off, I'm still getting more
Wtf you think a nigga slow
Watch how quick imma get ghost
Niggas see me shining cause I'm grinding
Bitches see them diamonds and they blinded
Really draped out in the designer
Everything I rock be the finest
Everything I rock be the finest
Ion really play no games nigga
Ask these niggas about me
Ain play no games wit em
I can never change up
Imma stay the same nigga
And if a nigga try, he catch one to the brain nigga