FRAN¢ - A Hit Dog Will Holla (SNEAKER DI$$) lyrics

Hit Row the New G Unit
Now if there's one thing my nanny taught me
It's that a hit dolla will holla top Dolla

Wait, ya'll mad, huh?
Talkin' down on Top Dolla
Ya'll down bad, huh? See, ya'll done went
And got your sneakers in a twist
I'm like COVID, you don't want it
See I'm sicker when I spit
Nah lemme get this out in the open
I'm puttin' everybody in the damn game
On notice i ain't say nobody name
But Top Dolla was trending all damn day
So what that say?
They thought they set a heavy trap
Like it's back day
Yeah you got ya penny for ya thoughts
This is back pay
When you're actually great homie
You don't have to act great
In real life ya'll 5'8
That's why you act fake
I'm from wherе we smell the fakе on you
In Squid Games
I would punch you in your face for marbles
They may say that he lost his marbles
But I got tunnel vision
Like I'm sittin' in a carpool
And my carpal's never tunnel
My pen works in abundance
A decade gettin' money homie
You don't really want it
It's clear that validation
Is all that you covet
Sending fake witch hunts with ya peoples
Like in a coven
Frankie baby, hotter than an oven
You know who I'm taking to dog
Muhammad and Mclovin'
I mean it's, clear to see
The boy, Super bad
I'll son you, and all ya mans
I'm a super dad i grew up on free lunch
Yeah the food was bad
But it was eat, or not eat
So I made do with that
And the game is still the same
When you talk down on my name, realize
Not nada's hotta than a flame

Realize who ya talking to homeboy
I'm not one of these average run
Of the mill everyday jokes
You talkin' about me you better be able to
BACK iT
UP because I'm comin' straight for
Your dome top ya know what I'm sayin'?