FREE DOGGY

(Album: EL TORO 2 - 2023)

Dmac on the fucking track
Hey, I still be in the trenches for my grandma
Still shooting crabs, still taking care of my mama (Tuned up)

Bring my niggas back
I got two hundred on your honor
Get these bitches wacked
I got another one, not no nanas
So I ain't know a bitch, for real
Know we bliss for real
'Cause we tote a bitch for real
All the way, can't give a deal
[?] to a nigga who really mobbing
I see that bitch, might rob her
I'm trippin, I got a problem
My bitches all know I'm solid
Get that pint, I might milly rock it
From drank down to them rocks
[?] know 'bout them [?], but gon' take it to the grave
I ain't never gave 'em no names
All I know, forever I'm banging
How the fuck you leave me hangin'?
You the reason I got famous
You see cuz, you better pay
All this money got me anxious (Yeah)
Bitch, all this money, got it on me (Sup?)

Opps think I'm letting off, finally I'm blocking from they page
Hood hero like Luke Cage
Don't just glad I ducked and rage
I send opps to outer space
I send packs to other states
I had money befo' fame (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't get killed tryna catch no face
Niggas saying names, they know me and gang don't play no games
Cost a hunnid K, hope his lawyer beat my brother case
Set the city to flames, burn so hard, told Hus to tear my frames
I ain't switching lanes
Gangster 'til they put me in my grave
You know this shit real
I ain't gotta keep going in details
Turnt the city up, we out here spinning like a spring wheel
Platinum in the streets and I ain't even drop my presale
I ain't need scales, I did [?]

I've been a team player, I'm still eating of emails (Okay)
My first jug was a piece sale
Got a mean cash in retail
Won't shop again once these gone
I'm locking in that grave phone
My best work, your turn niggas still network
She a bad bitch, prolly F her
No rag bitch can claim me
I'm top ten
Send the money we can lock it in, dropping tens
Nigga play with red, the team get dropped again
We got sticks and fiends
Pull yo' shit back like a lid
You can ask the streets, I ain't gotta speak on what I did
This is how you win when you rap 'bout what you live
My younging know I'm on it if they [?]
For my niggas doing bids
All my bitches throwing it big, yeah
In that kitchen I get busy
Not that kanine, fuck with Rizzy
Too much residue, I'm dizzy
He pop out, bro going spinny
(He went spinny, he went spinny)

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