Dog Bitch

Before I touch the ball, I was playing with them zips

Racking down grams, I was going ten for ten Before I touch the brick, I was going split

for split Asked about me, how I was in and out that

bitch I was scouting for a plug way out in Cali

Sorry I was trapping my mom just like my daddy

I hit a plug, showing love, he threw me what I bought

I ain't gotta drop my weapon, I ain't get a nigga chopped

It ain't your fault, you win some, you lose some

Quit all that talking, them boys ready to shoot some

Don't get the cops involved, I swear to God that's no fun