Dog Action

(Album: Robbin Season - 2019)

[Intro:]
(Jose the Plug)

[Icewear Vezzo:]
Woo, this that dog action
Four spots on one street, bitch, they all slapping
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 splitting houses
If it's up with my gang, ain't no getting out it
Yeah, I'll leave something like I'm irresponsible
Niggas going 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 laughing
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 talking 'bout my life, I be hardly rapping
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

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
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 slipping, 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