Real Boston Richey - Dawggy lyrics

(Ayy, 40, I got my 40) yeah
You got that? Hey, load 'em up
That nigga finna come get like
Eight of them bitches
(That sounds like Heem on the beat)

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work
But, I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn
He think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib
Get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me
Now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down
I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like
Frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s
Ain't never ball hogging

That lil' bitch be perkin'
Why you think that I be stallin'?
'Cause, I don't fuck with you
Girlfriend turned to my baby mama
So now I'm stuck with you
Your nigga ain't even worth a fifty
I'm just being a buck with you
Your pussy good, why the fuck you think I
Still put up with you?
I be trappin' Bubba plates
I don't fuck with no dog food
And I sold more bricks than your
Brother and your dog too
I feel like Ross, this
Bitch here super thick, she twenty-two
We slidin' twenty-two, we in room 222
But birds go for thirty-two I'm way too P
I give her way more pleasure then baby blue
When I'm talkin' trappin'
I'm talkin' servin' them bases too
When I'm talkin' smackin'
I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' active too

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work
But, I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn
He think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib
Get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me
Now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down
I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like
Frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s
Ain't never ball hogging

I might just buy AMG Benz, come through
I'ma dog 'em
"How much of my love do you want?" Bitch
I want all it out here dodgin' all the bad
Cops just like Mike Lowry
If I ever hit the county, nigga
I ain't doin' no talkin'
I ain't do no talkin', nigga
I just sell white
But my dog Dwight just said he
Finna teach me how to swipe
Sendin' K2 to my dog behind
The wall through a kite
Let the stud drive the bricks 'cause
Niggas don't never rob dykes alright, nigga
Bring a fucking gun, don't bring no knife
Nigga, we don't bring no dope
In through no flights
I spin everything from chef up to the vice
And I'll rob or trap before I
Go and hit a heist (yeah)

These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work
But, I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn
He think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib
Get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me
Now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down
I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like
Frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s
Ain't never ball hogging