Dogs - STONED LM Lyrics

If I want a stack, I'ma go and get it If I want to smoke thrax already lit it
I get lit
No you can't get in my circle cause you ain't with us
There's a reason you can't get up in my business
Get the pack shipped in and then I split it
Got my bitch in the trap and she flippin' digits
These other bitches tryna boo up but who they
Kiddin'
These other rappers died and blew up and now
They winnin'
I ain't goin' with them, I'd rather just kick it Pullin' down her denim,
Got her so damn wet
She baptize me in the linens
Get nasty Pray the lord forgive me
Sick liquor in my cup, I'm dizzy Got rocks, got glocks, got semis
Hit your shot aim for the top, get busy
Pow pow pow
I know shooters with more bodies than fifty
Pow pow pow
She give me throat, I'm throwed no frisbee
I know some people that sweep the road for
Some pennies
Just to get a drink, I dap em up with a ciggy
I seen a mom leave a baby in a six speed
Ten degrees below with his big B-R-O-T-H-E-R G-T
By the river, no heat and no blankies
The rifleman with the lasers are gonna get me
Better close the blinds, it's too risky
Bangin' the burner beside my brain by a Bentley
I bump keys, get drunk for buck fifty Watch yo' 6 G,
Don't compliment me publicly
Cause if you do, they gon' hunt me I'm sippin' steady, she take a sip and she
Tipsy
Get it how I live, how it's been and how it's finna be
Bitch ass cops took my weed and my whiskey
I never let em find the
Pasé
I don't care what the cops say
I wonder who they shot today But I'll be damned if they get me
Run and tell your madre,
There's somebody in the hallway
But she already history
Stoned like Medusa
F*cked on a cougar
Ice on my neck so I'm chillin' like a cooler
And there's twenty in a mag clip longer than a ruler
And she got a Birkin bag, but she tryna get a new one
And I was in a bad mood, so I sent all my shooters
Hit you with a two-piece,
Pop a bingo Stupid
Sip lean smoke green
Palm trees
Ten blunts full of keef
What I chief Big clouds every week
I'ma f*ck yo bitch while I make my music She was on my tin, Madagascar movies
Twenty bands on my wrist, who's this? These nuts, you stupid
F*ckin dumbass
She really gave me head in a hotel jacuzzi
Way too much sauce, like some f*ckin' ravioli
This shit so cold, cause it's Dust and Snow
I've been rollin' big bankroll, cheddar cheese queso
F*ck what you say, ho,
Ay ,
I was chillin' Whippin' the foreign and it's four in the mornin
Hundred fifty on the dash, baby, you ain't important Steady sleepin', you snorin
Sippin' aqua full of lava, so we finna record it Throw it back like the past, I was smokin' that Potent
Tellin' that I love her, but I feel no emotion
Ice on my neck and it's wet like the ocean
Smile back like the snack, goldfish, you hoein
Think that you a bad bitch, but you really not Cookin' shit up in a pot, gotta watch out for the cops
Gotta hide yo bitch when I'm in a drop top But a hoe gon' be a ho, she gon' wanna give me top
I be smokin' hella blunts, all I do is roll up Seeing demons in the smoke, shawty wanna suck my tongue
Layin' back, writing tracks, I just do this shit for fun If you wanna f*ck with us, then you better roll one up