"Lil Dawg" lyrics

(Coach me, Joey)
(Rocaine, baby)

Ten thousand dollars, that's a zero, dog
All about the motherfuckin' dinero, dog
I just send my Arab at Valero, dog
Blew a thirty ball, that's a Camaro, dog
Yeah, nigga, get the fuck from near us, dog
I see a rich bitch in the mirror, dog
Hell nah, man, you ain't no killer, dog
Keep that shit one hundred, you better not hit her, dog
I keep a fifty cal under my pillow, dog
I tell a bitch I only want the middle, dog
Me and bro-bro on the road, let's split 'em, dog
I was with the homies since a nigga was little, dog
I'm a rude girl-girl, yeah, my manners missin'
I'm a Darkside nigga, but the carats hitting
I'm a trap don dada, you in Hell's Kitchen
Got a thousand OJ's, fuck a scam, nigga
I'm in the coupe doing a hundred down Gresham Road
What you doing? Don't be talking on no cellphone
Big Draco, mask on me, cut your camera on
And my bitch bad as fuck, ain't got no panties on
I just did a turn-around and it's already gone
Turned around in Tennessee, bitch, I'm already home
I can't even tell these niggas 'bout the shit we on, nigga
'Cause these niggas hoes