"Illimitable Dog Shit" lyrics
(feat. Allstar JR)
Ayy, I'm tired of the motherfuckin' bank, man (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you)
When we get over to DC, man, I'm tryna run in the treasury (Y'ello, huh)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you)
I'm so proud of you, man (Where's the fuckin' money?)
Look, big bale of rude boy, I'm a don dada
My past fucked up, I'm in the crib with nine choppers
Niggas hatin' from the basement, fucked up, got nine dollars
I'm a codeine fiend, this week, drunk five bottles
Took baby on a trip, she made me cum in five swallows
Your nigga came up short? Call me, bae, I got it (Bae, I got it)
But if you ain't fuck me, don't call me 'cause I ain't got it
I'ma touch a billion dollars in this life or die tryin' (Or die tryin')
Huh, okay, the cat's out the bag, I'm a band addict (I'm a band addict)
Touchin' all these white men like my hands mannish (Like my hands mannish)
I want my bitch to hate niggas like a Klan rally (Hmm)
So I can spoil this lil' bitch like her granddaddy (Frr)
Countin' all this dog shit got my hands crampin'
Uh, in the trap with thirty 'bows and a ham sandwich
Facts, I'm too rich to hit raw, I'll saran wrap it
Woah, twenty racks in each pocket got my pants saggin' (Pants saggin')
Me and J ain't dropped shit since the "Honey Pack"
Just bought a brick of dog, I'm 'bout to treat it like a punchin' bag
Residual, lil' nigga, 'bout to go and buy a laundromat
I'm pivotal, lil' nigga, I can rap and move a hundred bags (Hundred bags)
Three R's, rap, real estate, and raise kids
Meet a bitch, I play broke, you niggas like to play rich
I failed so much, but still wake up and take risks
My bitch rock Chanel, but she started off in K-Swiss, on gang
Dumb-ass, broke-ass nigga, I woke up rich this morning and went to sleep last night, nigga
I was in the middle of a shootout countin' a hundred Gs on the way to the Louis store in the Lam' truck
Y'all niggas hoes, at that
Back for a second verse, I can't stop trippin'
Met my favorite rapper, shook his hand and heard his watch tickin'
Mhm, I don't beat bitches up, I just block women
You got to be her boyfriend for her trap, that is not pimpin' (Mm)
Bitch got my lap stankin', told her stop spittin'
It shoot so many times when I pull it, I think the Glock trippin'
Oh, this a switch when I shoot it, I am not missin'
Your girl fuckin' somebody else if her twat fishy
Uh, let's have fish fry
I hate my ex, I wouldn't give that ho a french fry
I don't hang with rappers, they be givin' me the bitch vibes
Big shark, she wanna ride with the big guy
Hustle, never dick ride, on God
You ever seen a five-foot-five stack of dog shit?
This shit tall as the average ho, nigga
I might take the dog shit out to eat
That's why I caress the dog shit, I might lay with the dog shit tonight
Stankin' bitch
When we get over to DC, man, I'm tryna run in the treasury (Y'ello, huh)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you)
I'm so proud of you, man (Where's the fuckin' money?)
Look, big bale of rude boy, I'm a don dada
My past fucked up, I'm in the crib with nine choppers
Niggas hatin' from the basement, fucked up, got nine dollars
I'm a codeine fiend, this week, drunk five bottles
Took baby on a trip, she made me cum in five swallows
Your nigga came up short? Call me, bae, I got it (Bae, I got it)
But if you ain't fuck me, don't call me 'cause I ain't got it
I'ma touch a billion dollars in this life or die tryin' (Or die tryin')
Huh, okay, the cat's out the bag, I'm a band addict (I'm a band addict)
Touchin' all these white men like my hands mannish (Like my hands mannish)
I want my bitch to hate niggas like a Klan rally (Hmm)
So I can spoil this lil' bitch like her granddaddy (Frr)
Countin' all this dog shit got my hands crampin'
Uh, in the trap with thirty 'bows and a ham sandwich
Facts, I'm too rich to hit raw, I'll saran wrap it
Woah, twenty racks in each pocket got my pants saggin' (Pants saggin')
Me and J ain't dropped shit since the "Honey Pack"
Just bought a brick of dog, I'm 'bout to treat it like a punchin' bag
Residual, lil' nigga, 'bout to go and buy a laundromat
I'm pivotal, lil' nigga, I can rap and move a hundred bags (Hundred bags)
Three R's, rap, real estate, and raise kids
Meet a bitch, I play broke, you niggas like to play rich
I failed so much, but still wake up and take risks
My bitch rock Chanel, but she started off in K-Swiss, on gang
Dumb-ass, broke-ass nigga, I woke up rich this morning and went to sleep last night, nigga
I was in the middle of a shootout countin' a hundred Gs on the way to the Louis store in the Lam' truck
Y'all niggas hoes, at that
Back for a second verse, I can't stop trippin'
Met my favorite rapper, shook his hand and heard his watch tickin'
Mhm, I don't beat bitches up, I just block women
You got to be her boyfriend for her trap, that is not pimpin' (Mm)
Bitch got my lap stankin', told her stop spittin'
It shoot so many times when I pull it, I think the Glock trippin'
Oh, this a switch when I shoot it, I am not missin'
Your girl fuckin' somebody else if her twat fishy
Uh, let's have fish fry
I hate my ex, I wouldn't give that ho a french fry
I don't hang with rappers, they be givin' me the bitch vibes
Big shark, she wanna ride with the big guy
Hustle, never dick ride, on God
You ever seen a five-foot-five stack of dog shit?
This shit tall as the average ho, nigga
I might take the dog shit out to eat
That's why I caress the dog shit, I might lay with the dog shit tonight
Stankin' bitch
