Lemme Bark Lyrics

Hold on, hold on, hold on, bitch, let me bark Hold on, hold on, hold on, bitch, let me bark

Hold on, baby, what you mean you eatin'? Come over here feast

I won't even wear my white ones once I see they got a crease

I'm gon' wear this Moncler one time and I'ma give it to my niece

Boy, you broke as hell, you don't spend no money, I can tell that your ass cheap

I'm fuckin' on my bitch, I told her she could bring her friends

Baby, I be standin' on business, I ain't no business, man

I was all inside her mouth, but I ain't talkin' like the dentist is

Damn, she thirsty as a fuck, somebody need to come and get that bitch

I'm throwin' bullets at these niggas and Rodgers

I'ma knock them out the park, send them home, but I don't play for the Dodgers

Once I pull up, nigga, shootin' out the window, Tony Parker

You can't see this dog and my blood tell me to go, bitch, I start barkin

She gave me a hit and then came home and tried to kiss you

Ain't gon' lie, my niggas hittin' every target, I know they ain't gon' miss you

Bullets long as hell in this AR, this shit look like a missile

Niggas chase you down like, get out, but I'm like, sucker, I'm gon' get you

If you got a problem with me, no internet beef, what's the issue

Say the wrong words, bullets cut through me, hit bones and rip off whistle

All the tricks that she was doin', I ain't gon' lie, fuck with my mental

I told baby I don't need the coochie, just blow me like a whistle

Bitch ain't savin' shit, ain't no superheroes, only villains

Six holes in that nigga head, now he look like Krillin

He said he did that for publicity, all that shit was for his image

Thirty-three of them, make you fade away, treat you like Scotty Pimpin

I'm tryna put this belt to everybody else like all y'all my children

Niggas out here actin' crazy, make him disappear, magician

All this weed, I'm smokin' loud as hell, like, sorry, I couldn't listen

We been reelin' all our opps in low-key, I call it fishin

Not high-key, high-key, I miss the road, but y'all ain't nothin' like me

Flashes in this nigga face, like, here go pics for your ID

White girl like Miley, I don't say shit, how they say it's spicy

Like, fuck all that talk, I ain't tryna hear that yet

That nigga said he caught a hat, I looked around like, that shit cap

Bro got two nines on him, walkin' around, he think he worn sap

I'm tryna get that nigga outta here, knock him off the map

Bro said we don't do no turnarounds, nigga, we do overlaps

I know I'm worth some millions, don't need a mirror to notice that

Bitch, you see me on the road like a seatbelt, bitch, I stay strapped

If we spin, we doublin' back, like, DJ, can you run that back