"Mr. Get Yo Dog Wacked" lyrics
Aye yeah shoot first make me look nervous
Clutch the 40 with my right hand bitch I'm still swerving still lurking still shooting out their lights still purging
Niggas can't do shit when I'm outside I don't rap alot they better know got red mob ties yeah yeah
I'm seeing red but I don't see no stop signs
If you name your top five bitch I'm them
Water on my neck who said that niggas can't swim
All the opps go straight to upper rooms they can't win
I bet niggas never name a block we ain't been
I'm the first to cook a nigga top like cavemen
Hit the agents for another chop called jaylen
Let me know you breathing
Everybody know the code nigga streets a state pen
You can't blame me for syaing shit that you can't take in
For the shade I wear skeez not no fucking ray bans
I'm mister get your dog whacked
If I ain't a stunna nigga what you call that
Make a way forever she don't get no calls back
Opps leave him feeling shitty with they soft ass
Pull up drop a hunnid nigga check my ball stats
Rich shooters send a nigga where the stars at
If she ain't got no chicken for me I'm gone fall back
Bad news what I said about you is all facts mister get your dog wacked
Opps looking up to me best believe I'm gone step
Its examples that I set that make em feel like they next
My opps dead broke I just live like they dead
Catch a opp having fun remove his brain from his head
Sukkas see me went ghost like my pops did
They black ball I still wiggle like a locksmith
Reverend in the streets they waiting on me when you dropping?
Let this next body drop first then I'm locked in
Bro a solid nigga right? all he do is block bend
I'm tryna get him on a straight pad but goddamn
Collect taxes from the bitch but I'm not sam
The bitch really both ours you know what I'm saying
I'm hood famous as the city who we dropped on
I don't go to shooting ranges I just hope the Glock go
Power with the rocket I'm blood call me ato
We gon hit him fore he undsetand like ralo
Bitch I'm mister get your dog whacked
If I ain't a stunna nigga what you call that
Make a way forever she don't get no calls back
Opps leave him feeling shitty with they soft ass
Pull up drop a hunnid nigga check my ball stats
Rich shooters send a nigga where the stars at
If she ain't got no chicken for me I'm gone fall back
Bad news what I said about you is all facts mister get your dog wacked aye
Clutch the 40 with my right hand bitch I'm still swerving still lurking still shooting out their lights still purging
Niggas can't do shit when I'm outside I don't rap alot they better know got red mob ties yeah yeah
I'm seeing red but I don't see no stop signs
If you name your top five bitch I'm them
Water on my neck who said that niggas can't swim
All the opps go straight to upper rooms they can't win
I bet niggas never name a block we ain't been
I'm the first to cook a nigga top like cavemen
Hit the agents for another chop called jaylen
Let me know you breathing
Everybody know the code nigga streets a state pen
You can't blame me for syaing shit that you can't take in
For the shade I wear skeez not no fucking ray bans
I'm mister get your dog whacked
If I ain't a stunna nigga what you call that
Make a way forever she don't get no calls back
Opps leave him feeling shitty with they soft ass
Pull up drop a hunnid nigga check my ball stats
Rich shooters send a nigga where the stars at
If she ain't got no chicken for me I'm gone fall back
Bad news what I said about you is all facts mister get your dog wacked
Opps looking up to me best believe I'm gone step
Its examples that I set that make em feel like they next
My opps dead broke I just live like they dead
Catch a opp having fun remove his brain from his head
Sukkas see me went ghost like my pops did
They black ball I still wiggle like a locksmith
Reverend in the streets they waiting on me when you dropping?
Let this next body drop first then I'm locked in
Bro a solid nigga right? all he do is block bend
I'm tryna get him on a straight pad but goddamn
Collect taxes from the bitch but I'm not sam
The bitch really both ours you know what I'm saying
I'm hood famous as the city who we dropped on
I don't go to shooting ranges I just hope the Glock go
Power with the rocket I'm blood call me ato
We gon hit him fore he undsetand like ralo
Bitch I'm mister get your dog whacked
If I ain't a stunna nigga what you call that
Make a way forever she don't get no calls back
Opps leave him feeling shitty with they soft ass
Pull up drop a hunnid nigga check my ball stats
Rich shooters send a nigga where the stars at
If she ain't got no chicken for me I'm gone fall back
Bad news what I said about you is all facts mister get your dog wacked aye
