k-drum ft. ZtrTheKid Lyrics

(Dogs Go Woof)

(My sister has fallen ill with breast cancer and will die within months)

Yeah, they callin' me a villain and I'm fuckin' on him

She gon' suck up Tuggy's dick for a fuckin' dollar

I got fifty fuckin' thousand on my fuckin' collar

I got fifty thousand texts, I won't fuckin' call her

I hire money counters, but I'm not no fuckin' scholar

She call me daddy, but I swear I'm not her fuckin' father

She fuck me with a strap-on, she'll make me fuckin' holler

I'm playin' up with his balls like this is fuckin' soccer

Yeah, he's scared of the trap

Scared of Tuggy with the G right in his motherfuckin' lap

Tuggy's bringin' up this heat, and I'm mountin' on his lap

I'm feelin' up his heat before I take his neck and snap

He be runnin' up on me, he be harder than a tree

Got a log in his pants, I'm like Curry takin' threes

I'ma fuck up on his niece, I'ma go up to your grandma's house, take everything for free

Twenty grams on the tray, we gon' roll it up

Two .6's on my side, we gon' shoot it up

I get high every day, yeah, we never pop

Reckless on the street, yeah, we never stop

Fuck your bitch, it get sticky, it get icky

Pass around, her name is Vicky, shoot it one time, it get wicked

I got a lot more shells where that came from

More shells than that bitch with that K-Drum

Four tellers on me now, they can't tell me off

Catch it out now, and then we spin the block

Boil that bitch up, till it's a fuckin' rock

ZtrTheKid, I'm gon' weave your shot

I hope you take it easy, chopper cook him up, you easy

223.'s gon' shoot you up, his shit gon' leave you bleedin'

Cops outside to tell the family he ain't fuckin' breathin'

Lay the bag and drop his ass, so he can't fuckin' see him

I can't believe I shot him dead

He did the moves like Michael Jackson as his brains popped out his head

120 on the dash, I'm in the fast lane

Two L's on me now, you know we never tamed