Lil Darius - Dog Shit (feat. Baby Money) lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby

I been gettin' that dogshit
Thirty thousand on my wrist
You don't like the way it sit
Then buy a ass for your bitch
Fucking with them niggas out the D
Moncler for every fit a ten pocket change
I hope them niggas never drop a diss
He drop a diss, ooh, kill him like I'm Terrio
I been in the booth
Still moving these exotic 'bows
Rapping got me lit
Know I'm loving these exotic hoes
I fuck with Baby Money
Got them young niggas throwin' up them 4's

Like Jeezy, this some thug motivation
Walk inside the club, stormy day
We leave that fucker raining
Fuck these niggas, I'm a bad doctor
I'm losing all my patients
GTA, I catch a opp', failed mission
Leave 'em wasted
Yeah, I put on rings like I'm married
Mama mad as fuck, she say
"You just like yo' daddy"
I really cherish time
I spend a 40 on my Patek
All wrapping plastic
I ain't never tap no glass
I rap the type of shit that trappers feel
I'm the Fresh Prince, look at my pockets
They on Uncle Phil
Exotic bag going like OGs, come over here
I like to hit her from the back
I bought the bitch a rear youngest plug
Got these bags going for the prices of it

I been gettin' that dogshit
Thirty thousand on my wrist
You don't like the way it sit
Then buy a ass for your bitch
Fucking with them niggas out the D
Moncler for every fit a ten pocket change
I hope them niggas never drop a diss
He drop a diss, ooh, kill him like I'm Terrio
I been in the booth
Still moving these exotic 'bows
Rapping got me lit
Know I'm loving these exotic hoes
I fuck with Baby Money
Got them young niggas throwin' up them 4's

I fuck with all the hustlers
All my young niggas, they moving 'bows
Four bracelets, three Cuban links
I damn near caught a cold
Throw the money in the dryer
Grab another load get what she want
So she ain't trippin' on no other hoes
The Patek white, the Presi' rose
Fifty for eleven stones
Ain't no falling off
The plug told me I'm forever on
Swtichy on the glizzy
Put you down like it was melatonin
Beat the road down in Louisville
We forever rollin'
Bad bitches, let 'em blow me
You niggas ain't havin' motion
Living in a crib
But we really came from having roaches
Ain't tryna hear that gangster shit
You niggas gon' have to show me
Work inside the microwave like
We cooking ravioli

I been gettin' that dogshit
Thirty thousand on my wrist
You don't like the way it sit
Then buy a ass for your bitch
Fucking with them niggas out the D
Moncler for every fit a ten pocket change
I hope them niggas never drop a diss
He drop a diss, ooh, kill him like I'm Terrio
I been in the booth
Still moving these exotic 'bows
Rapping got me lit
Know I'm loving these exotic hoes
I fuck with Baby Money
Got them young niggas throwin' up them 4's