Tweak! & Lil K Round Jumpin' - Dog Pound

Outer space with it, where I'm litty
In a place where shit could get gritty
If you not where I'm from get the fuck out my city (The fuck out my city!)
When you broke, they don't show no pity
So I got a boat load of them bands in a jiffy
Now my last bitch saying she miss me
Take them lashes off when you with me
Cause I'm boutta fuck on that face, ain't no kissing
I got her like woah
T-Rob, you a dog now
Something like a K-9 from the dog pound
These lil niggas, they hate cause we on now
You could get packed, niggas smoked like a bong now
From the trap, I got my strap
Bitches throwing shit back when they hearing my songs now
Call up my slatt, you could get wacked
We gon skrt off the lot when they hear that Trackhawk sound
Catch me a opp, put his ass in a splif
Niggas ain't on shit, on the Ave with the blick
Might pop out at 7, nigga we could get lit
And I send like 11 shots hitting ya whip
Niggas ain't really steppin', y'all 12 with the licks
Like 13 weapons, I'd done hit a nigga shit
Stop thinking that we playing, stop thinking that we bitch
Stop thinking that you save, stop thinking with your dick nigga
Nigga stop playing, niggas saying that you flipped
Brand new switch boutta hit a nigga shit
Got a brand new whip and some brand new kicks
Now Neck on piss on some brand new shit
It's a new year, pull up with a brand new bitch
Got some brand new bands, might just be rich
Got a brand new Benz, skrt off in a whip
All my niggas good, nah, we don't really trip, but I'll take one
If it's beef, bitch don't make me take one
There's a problem? We really could make one
And if it's smoke, you don't gotta say none
If it's up then it's up, let em' say some
Bitch if it's up then it's up, we gon' bake one
From the lum, fuck em' up, don't play dumb
Stay with the 6ix like Drake's son
Get caught in that jam, don't say none
Outer space with it, where I'm litty
In a place where shit could get gritty
If you not where I'm from get the fuck out my city (The fuck out my city!)
When you broke, they don't show no pity
So I got a boat load of them bands in a jiffy
Now my last bitch saying she miss me
Take them lashes off when you with me
Cause I'm boutta fuck on that face, ain't no kissing
I got her like woah
T-Rob, you a dog now
Something like a K-9 from the dog pound
These lil niggas, they hate cause we on now
You could get packed, niggas smoked like a bong now
From the trap, I got my strap
Bitches throwing shit back when they hearing my songs now
Call up my slatt, you could get wacked
We gon skrt off the lot when they hear that Trackhawk sound

Written by:
Khami Tate, Tommy Robinson

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