Dog Me Out (feat. C.O.D.E)

She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out You homophobic, but dick riding, gangy, I can't make it out "why you cuff that hoe?" Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out Who show love to niggas when they got the chance, they dogged him out? Who threw dirt upon my name because I told her that I'm out? My ex had fucked up on her ex and, shit, I had to exile I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it must've been a drought LeBron would play for Golden State, before I let you dog me out Uh, uh, uh, now that I got your attention, Glide, when I walk and I move with a vengeance Fuck fuckin', on miss independent, I want it, I buy it, I eye it, I spend it I trick on a bitch, do a trick off a bitch, u ain't trickin' like this Pull the cat out the bag and I rab' out the hat if I tell him he split Got Shane on the mix and pain in pianos, I move like Soprano, I hop in a Danny But then just a phantom, my dick gon' stand up like the National I pick me a bitch out the DMs for random, bitch, I wanna fuck She send me that look, bitch, I'm pullin' up, I come to your city, bitch, show me your titties I fuck on a mill, I ain't talkin' bout Diddy Niggas bro, really tho, but it dawned on me now Niggas switch for a bitch, nigga, fuck the word of mouth Heard you came to the Sip, nigga, knowin' what I'm bout Wanna fuck on your bitch, shawty, show me what you bout She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out You homophobic, but dick riding gang, I can't make it out Why you cuff that ho Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out Who show love to niggas when they got the chance, they dogged him out? Who threw dirt up on my name because I told her that I'm out My ex had fucked up on her ex and shit, I had to X her out I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it must've been a drought LeBron would play for Golden State before I let you dog me out I'm tryna get it, I got it I had to paddle my pockets with profits to frolic about Ain't no more doin' without The way that I'm steppin', I don't got no gout I'm bringin' my weapon whenever I'm out And I'm keepin' my weapon when I'm at the house on the couch Don't think for a second that shit that you reppin' ain't hectic Like I know if they question you, tell out the mouth Talkin' bout how you did that with an ounce Or how you did that with some pounds Shut the fuck up, I do what I do and I'm makin' my moves And nigga, I don't make a sound Niggas more flashy than flash bangs for attention Then they come right out your house Now your ass wonderin' how But really deep down, you know that you sold yourself out Honey, I dashed, I moved too fast again I had to just get out the mix I said the crib, just me, myself and my sticks I'm thinkin' about goin' on a blitz I'm tryna make me a hit Whether this shit through a verse is done in the streets Whatever come first, I still gotta eat And a meal ain't enough, what I want is a feast Give me a mil & I'm up, stuck, I'm stayin', I'm sayin' it's somethin' I need I don't want your bitch, that hoe is a leech She suck and she fuck for a bucket of cheese Fuck do you mean? You just be sippin' for a hoe that's for the street And she took the dick from many men for 50 cent a piece (ShoutOutDavid)