Dog Me Out ft. C.O.D.E Lyrics

She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out

You homophobic, but dick riding, gangy, I can't make it out

"why you cuff that hoe?"

Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out

Who show love to niggas when they got the

chance, they dogged him out?

Who threw dirt upon my name because I told

her that I'm out?

My ex had fucked up on her ex and, shit, I had

to exile

I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it

must've been a drought

LeBron would play for Golden State, before

I let you dog me out

Uh, uh, uh, now that I got your attention, Glide, when I walk and I move with a vengeance

Fuck fuckin', on miss independent, I want it, I buy it, I eye it, I spend it

I trick on a bitch, do a trick off a bitch, u ain't trickin' like this

Pull the cat out the bag and I rab' out the hat if I tell him he split

Got Shane on the mix and pain in pianos, I move like Soprano, I hop in a Danny

But then just a phantom, my dick gon' stand up like the National

I pick me a bitch out the DMs for random, bitch, I wanna fuck

She send me that look, bitch, I'm pullin' up, I come to your city, bitch, show me your titties

I fuck on a mill, I ain't talkin' bout Diddy

Niggas bro, really tho, but it dawned on me now

Niggas switch for a bitch, nigga, fuck the word of mouth

Heard you came to the Sip, nigga, knowin' what I'm bout

Wanna fuck on your bitch, shawty, show me what you bout

She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out

You homophobic, but dick riding gang, I can't make it out

Why you cuff that ho

Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out

Who show love to niggas when they got the chance, they dogged him out?

Who threw dirt up on my name because I told her that I'm out

My ex had fucked up on her ex and shit, I had to X her out

I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it must've been a drought

LeBron would play for Golden State before I let you dog me out

I'm tryna get it, I got it

I had to paddle my pockets with profits to frolic about

Ain't no more doin' without

The way that I'm steppin', I don't got no gout

I'm bringin' my weapon whenever I'm out

And I'm keepin' my weapon when I'm at the house on the couch

Don't think for a second that shit that you reppin' ain't hectic

Like I know if they question you, tell out the mouth

Talkin' bout how you did that with an ounce

Or how you did that with some pounds

Shut the fuck up, I do what I do and I'm makin' my moves

And nigga, I don't make a sound

Niggas more flashy than flash bangs for attention

Then they come right out your house

Now your ass wonderin' how

But really deep down, you know that you sold yourself out

Honey, I dashed, I moved too fast again

I had to just get out the mix

I said the crib, just me, myself and my sticks

I'm thinkin' about goin' on a blitz

I'm tryna make me a hit

Whether this shit through a verse is done in the streets

Whatever come first, I still gotta eat

And a meal ain't enough, what I want is a feast

Give me a mil & I'm up, stuck, I'm stayin', I'm sayin' it's somethin' I need

I don't want your bitch, that hoe is a leech

She suck and she fuck for a bucket of cheese

Fuck do you mean? You just be sippin' for a hoe that's for the street

And she took the dick from many men for 50 cent a piece

(ShoutOutDavid)