Gave My Dog Bands (feat. Conway the Machine)

Lord, Lord

What up ****?

You know I got you

You know what's up ****, yeah (God bless)

(Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?)

(I didn't mean to do it)

Let's get into it

Look, the backwoods packed with rhymes (ahan)

I packed a blunt so fat that I could barely rap it once

Stay in your lane, I'm just gon' ask you once

I ain't a rapper, I will smack your fronts

Out your mouth with the back of the funk

Scrap, is that what you want? (Huh)

You want your shit pushed back

By the time I finish cracking this blunt

Shooter violated parole, went back for six months (he went back in)

He maxing out when he come home he back on the hunt (he ain't tripping)

I'm out in Compton smoking high-grade (smoking)

**** would never make the kind of money I made

Crack a **** jaw for talking to me sideways (fuck you say, pussy?)

Ride through my block more than twice, you get your ride sprayed (yeah, **** out)

Whipped the white with my off-hand

Remember when the jar busted and I lost grand

It wasn't even mines, it was my dog grants (I got you bro)

I flipped my pack and paid my dog bands (I paid that racks back)

You can feel it in your soul, I was digging in the hold

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

Made a killing off the stove, caught a body on parole

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

His little daughter on the body won't see him 'til she old

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

It's a cold, cold world, go stay on your shit

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

I'm on the board and bussin' bangs on the Bamron Bull

He blew a 299 with the Billy (yo, pass that)

Flea-eight, my bitch transport

Coke in the kidneys, celebrity fiends

Serve Bobby and Whitney, I'm in the lowest

Shake the town, Lord, I'm gettin' this pickin'

I add one remix in the pot (add that water)

88 throat, got auntie doin' the wop

I thought I wanted out, but I'm right back in (fuck)

Got the whole world shook on how I bust my pen

Still yelling fuck twelve why you telling where they stashing

Bananas how they open up is melon 'cause of cabbage

States or the feds, it's all for the bread

My only concern is the Wraith coming red

Lords of the lobby float, raw is my hobby yo

Poppy note, everything is muy bien and fabio (fuck)

You can feel it in your soul, I was digging in the hold

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

Made a killing off the stove, caught a body on parole

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

His little daughter on the body won't see him 'til she old

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

It's a cold cold world, go stay on your shit

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

Yeah, I flipped my pack and take my dog bands

Yeah, I flip my pack and take my

Eyes on suspects, black four door Suburban

Ah, shit

You guys see that?

20, 30 cars back, what is that?

Yeah, that's them

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