4Dogs - 43 SHOOTA

My guns are always aimed at you, my shooters got m82's
Boy you just showed up in town, stop it with the attitude
Yes got you in my sights, they puttin' you sleep tonight
Got these jewels up on my arms, yeah they make me feelin' tight
I got this lovely dinner, I don't wanna let the ants in
I need a new accountant, he don't wanna do financin'
Going in your house, everything is lookin' rancid
Dead before you start, I ain't giving you a chance kid
Yes I'm pushin' and I'm pullin' and I'm messin' with the world
And I don't wanna hear your music with the dancin' and the twirlin'
Pushin' bodies and I'm curlin' we are bigger we are swirlin'
All the dogs are at your fence, and we are makin' you be hurtin'
I'm on a plane, kickin' Spain
Going pseudomembrane
She wanna salad, I said por que
Why you got that ankle sprain
But a fight was breakin' loose
And the two of you was juiced
So I took the closest thing to me, and had to call a truce
Going back to the beginning
Like in everything I'm winning
Lookin at the crowd, it's thinning
And I got the money spinning, yuh
Senorita que lo que, que lo que
Got the package on me, yeah you know I'm going all the way
Why you spider lookin thing, and you are messin' up my day
Got the eight leg on me, and I don't know what to say
Flippin' like I'm Andrew Cherng
Cook your body put you in an urn
My floors are cleaner than your room, there ain't a single germ
OGD is mixin' up the potion, waves are moving like the ocean
Finger pulls the trigger, it's on sight when I see motion
We climbin' in the back
Yeah we jumpin' on your fence
When we pull up on your block
Pull the trigger in defense
I don't wanna hear you talk
You are killin' the suspense
Yeah I've seen the way you walk
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Yes I'm pushin' and I'm pullin' and I'm messin' with the world
And I don't wanna hear your music with the dancin' and the twirlin'
Pushin' bodies and I'm curlin' we are bigger we are swirlin'
All the dogs are at your fence, and we are makin' you be hurtin'
Yeah
Got the dogs in the back (got the dogs in the back)
If you take one of us, you gon' have to take the pack
OGD on his way back (on his way back!)
The boys we go way back (we go way back!)
We can catch you on the way back
Turnin' sick beats, now we're playing in your soundtrack
(On ya soundtrack)
(On ya soundtrack)
(On ya, on ya-)

Written by:
Daniel Regan, Owen Chally

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