Wait, Stupid Dog

Rell On The Track

Top down, ridin' through Miami, late night (Skrrt)

Leave in a minute, f*ck around, miss my flight (Miss my flight)

I been getting head all night

She said she got a nigga, that's alright

Don't call my phone asking 'bout a dog price (Brrt)

'Cause I'ma hit your ass with the TEC's, put the oowop on that

Throw the condom on her back, I'm in the trenches with them racks

If you wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta get a hat (Brrt)

Put a switch on the Glock, it don't go, "Bow", it go, "Brrat"

Crossed a n***a off the dribble, then I pulled that b***h from half

Double crossed the same nigga, hahaha, niggas mad (Hahaha)

Triple crossed a n***a mans, he ain't learn from his mistake

I want head, she won't stay, I got bread, she got cake (Whew, whew)

Put my house by the lake, no, I don't do no dates

Bitch, this a turtle race, put diamonds in the face (Whew)

Told Hutch I'm on the way, I don't owe, I'ma pay

Get me guns where I lay, it be chops all in my face (It be chops all in my face, out my face, nigga)

Slapped the s**t out of a bitch, put a ho right in her place

I'm drivin' fast in this Jeep, it's three o'clock, who wanna race?

She moved out of state, she want a clean slate (Mwah)

Bitch, I got on a McQueen shirt, Dior, this ain't Celine

None of this s**t make-believe, I paid two thousand for my jeans

I paid two thousand for this lean, can't wait to pour it up

Paid eighty thousand for this watch, that's why I hold it up

It's gang over everything, that's why I throw it up

Skrrt right off on a bitch, I can't let her hold me up

I'm sippin' on this Chinese Fanta, I think it's coconut

Yeah

I think it's coconut, think she wanna f*ck

Think she like the bucks, like the icy Chucks

Hope she don't think I'ma wife her up

Slob on my nuts, wet nap, gon' head and wipe it up

My sneaky link ain't really sneaky, she want everybody to know

Got the bands, she like a roll, take a n***a out his glow

Send your n***a to the store, got these ho's under control

Got these ho's off of Patrón, I don't know how they getting home

New Amiri jeans with the Playboy bunnies on 'em

When I'm in LA, I be hanging with the bunny hunters

I'ma keep shittin' on these niggas for a hundred summers

Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck you right now, I don't want your number

Chrome Heart shirt, Christian hoodie on, guess I'm holy

I spent eighty on a Rollie, I just went through a box of Trojans

My pet peeve is bitches f*****g niggas with no emotion (Dummy)

She asked me to pay her rent this month, I think she trollin' (Fool)

Starin' at my jewelry is like starin' in the ocean (Splash)

All these diamonds covering my body like some lotion

I bought this Chinese Fanta, 'bout to hit it with the potion (Ha, ha, ha)