Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Action, artist - Icewear VezzoAlbum song Robbin Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Iced Up
Song language: English
Dog Action |
Woo, this that dog action |
Four spots on one street, bitch, they all slappin' |
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 splittin' houses |
If it’s up with my gang, ain’t no gettin' out it |
Yeah, I’ll leave somethin' like I’m irresponsible |
Niggas goin' 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 laugh |
And fuck your homie that got whacked, he should’ve died faster |
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 talkin' 'bout my life, I be hardly rappin' |
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 |
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 caght me slippin', 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 |