Icewear Vezzo, Rio Da Yung OG - Dog Action lyrics

(Jose the Plug)

Woo, this that dog action
Four spots on one street, bitch
They all slappin'
Got some glass Hi Tech, I want all caskets
Shoot a nigga then check him, bitch
I ball backwards
Just bought another 'Dweller bone, yeah
That's sixty thousand
This big chop around my neck
This bitch splittin' houses
If it's up with my gang
Ain't no gettin' out it
Yeah, I'll leave somethin'
Like I'm irresponsible
Niggas goin' back to court
Cut they time faster
Ask Cudi what he do for work
And he said rob rappers
Seen them RIP shirts, I was crying laughin'
And fuck your homie that got whacked
He should've died faster
(Iced Up Records, ugh)
Bitch, I get high as NASA
Since I jumped off the porch
I been buying ladders
Cash a nigga whole load
You should've bought it faster
Brand new 911 Porsche Turbo
This bitch automatic
I'm just talkin' 'bout my life
I be hardly rappin'
Want the money and your ice
That ain't all we asking
Nigga ever see me starving
I was only fasting
Got a whole brick of white on
Wrap like a tall T tag-ins
Huh, this a party package
Soon as that Perkio kick in
I'ma start relaxing
And I ain't never finish school
I was always absent
I'm so used to doing turn-arounds
I be walking backwards, ugh

Bitch, I'm drinking raw Acky
Plain Rollie on my arm
It came from dog packing
You got a 'Master on your wrist
You say your arm dancing
Nigga, that's your brother Yacht
So I'ma call him captain
Fuck some coffee cups
We drink Hi Tech out of tall glasses
Shoot a nigga in his forehead
Make him fall backwards
I do more than hit the work, bitch
I bodyslam it
If you hear a nigga caught me slippin'
Glocky probably jammed up
Ayy, I just thought of something
Am I a trick? 'Cause I just fucked
This bitch and bought her something
Shout out to that nigga Peezy
'cause he taught me something
He introduced me to that rizzy
Then I saw a hundred now my pockets swollen
Nigga, that's a 36, that is not a trophy
I just bought a 36 but it is not a Rollie
Nephew picked me up in the Hellcat
I hope it's not a stoley
This nigga bad as hell
My nigga said he had some Wocky
I was glad as hell
Told that nigga bring that bitch right now
Long as it got the seal
Man, this nigga pulled up with some green
I was mad as hell
This lame nigga want some Percs
I'm finna tax him twelve
Sold his ass some diet pills
He was fat as hell
Short a nigga thirty grams
And he had a scale i'm a rapper now
Remember when I had a bag to sell
My uncle got caught with some blow
Now he sell crack in jail
You can take a nigga out the hood
Can't take the clientele
I pulled up to the spot for nothing
I thought I had a sale
Even though I rap, I'm still shiesty
I'll jack myself
Boy, I got a hundred pages in this magazine
I'll open this bitch up
I hope your ass can read
Doing donuts in that 'Vette
I almost smacked a tree
My ex asked me why I'm drinking Tech
I'm tryna catch some Z's