Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
F*ck the mud we crawling out the bedrock
I toughened up the struggle make ya head hot
Trouble coming to my life I'm in a padlock
Coming up my brother told me keep my head high
I don't kick ball witchall I am not no belling ham
Grams in the pocket claw marks on jeans from bearrr
Rolling deep for a dp look like summer slam
My team looking like sum chefs the way we beating pans
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
I don't got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
They don't owe me nada
Riding round the strike pack rolled up fat empanada
Sweet niggas in my DMs talking shit you a somaplata
I can't take no man talking to me all that rada
Call up the bro we getting him gone
10 shots at his crib
Made him duck his dome
Bullet holes in his chrome
He ain't making it home
Kicking back with the Zo's
OCFL finna bail out every last 4
Yeah
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
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English
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
F*ck the mud we crawling out the bedrock
I toughened up the struggle make ya head hot
Trouble coming to my life I'm in a padlock
Coming up my brother told me keep my head high
I don't kick ball witchall I am not no belling ham
Grams in the pocket claw marks on jeans from bearrr
Rolling deep for a dp look like summer slam
My team looking like sum chefs the way we beating pans
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
I don't got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
They don't owe me nada
Riding round the strike pack rolled up fat empanada
Sweet niggas in my DMs talking shit you a somaplata
I can't take no man talking to me all that rada
Call up the bro we getting him gone
10 shots at his crib
Made him duck his dome
Bullet holes in his chrome
He ain't making it home
Kicking back with the Zo's
OCFL finna bail out every last 4
Yeah
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
F*ck the mud we crawling out the bedrock
I toughened up the struggle make ya head hot
Trouble coming to my life I'm in a padlock
Coming up my brother told me keep my head high
I don't kick ball witchall I am not no belling ham
Grams in the pocket claw marks on jeans from bearrr
Rolling deep for a dp look like summer slam
My team looking like sum chefs the way we beating pans
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
I don't got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
They don't owe me nada
Riding round the strike pack rolled up fat empanada
Sweet niggas in my DMs talking shit you a somaplata
I can't take no man talking to me all that rada
Call up the bro we getting him gone
10 shots at his crib
Made him duck his dome
Bullet holes in his chrome
He ain't making it home
Kicking back with the Zo's
OCFL finna bail out every last 4
Yeah
Every dog gone have his day
That's why I been punching in
I'm tryna plead my brothers case
Tryna free my nigga k
Hot shot on the way
Ion got no money for books I dropped out in the spring
We was in the lot shooting wanna ring
I just wanna ring
Shit I did for niggas n they don't owe me a thing
Writer: Aaron Golden
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