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MY DAWG
by MOESKI
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It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
Gotta stick up, stick up if I'm selling to a random
He get lit up, lit up, he get lit up like a candle
Still got the baddest bitches commando
Boujee bitch, YSL still written on her sandal
Know a couple pussies plotting on me but they know what's up
I can't trust a hoe, on the gang I'm never folding up
Double cup, High Tek what I'm pourin' up
Big spender, Bordens what I'm throwing up
Thumbin' through these hundred I can't fold 'em up
And she held it down, when I was going up
Think they on to me, I've been scamming, I just loaded up
I don't feel the pressure, but my left wrist really frozen up
Dropping my location, with the gang is where I'm posted up
It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
Gotta stick up, stick up if I'm selling to a random
He get lit up, lit up, he get lit up like a candle
Still got the baddest bitches commando
Boujee bitch, YSL still written on her sandal
Know a couple pussies plotting on me but they know what's up
I can't trust a hoe, on the gang I'm never folding up
Double cup, High Tek what I'm pourin' up
Big spender, Bordens what I'm throwing up
Thumbin' through these hundred I can't fold 'em up
And she held it down, when I was going up
Think they on to me, I've been scamming, I just loaded up
I don't feel the pressure, but my left wrist really frozen up
Dropping my location, with the gang is where I'm posted up
It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
