Me N My Dawg ft. Amarieyo Lyrics

Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,

Them boys sliding on every punch in,

Smoking gas, might need robitussin,

Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,

All dis lean, shit gon fuck my stomach up,

But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,

Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,

Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon fuck it up

Yeah me and Fabrizio

I got a chop with them cheat codes, don't need reload at all,

Seen a bad lil hoe, she get catcalled,

I been stacking my bands, had to withdrawal,

Keep the metal on me feel like Big Boss,

In the maybach, more music than Rick Ross,

Or at least I been running up steadily,

My pockets fat, yeah my racks grew up heavily

CEO snap every melody, every flow that he lay down

Every hoe wanna hangout

Yeah I invested dough for the layout

Shit gonna payout

Me and the bros in the SCHLACK! house

WWE Smackdown

He talking shit on my name he gon tap out

I'm in yo city the PJ just tapped down

yeah

Where's the good eatery

I had yo hoe show me the scenery

She said that the best place to be is her crib

So she took my back home I grinned evilly

I know that you sitting home crying

My coupe is a fucking goliath

I hang in the web like a spider

We snatched yo chain, bro don't know where his ice is

Why you steady bugging? Hoe remind me of a insect

You can't come inside you the club, nah you ain't getting in yet

Uploading my lyrics, you would think I was a genius

Pockets look like titans, other pocket bumping Teen X

Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,

Them boys sliding on every punch in,

Smoking gas, might need robitussin,

Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,

All dis lean, shit gon fuck my stomach up,

But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,

Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,

Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon fuck it up

White out tints

Riding in the fishbowl geeked as shit

White outfit

Put a red circle in his chest he look like omni man yeah

Been up for days an insomniac yeah

Stick hit like a cyclone, you a hockey fan

Whole shirt prolly red, look like the honey bear

Dont remember Fabreez cause who fucking cares

I almost went to sinclair,

Wasnt fucking with the chairs

My old bitch prolly put a hole in ya I call her clair

Blowing smoke in the lair, blowing smoke in the air

Cooking up wit the goat clearly we dont miss dont get caught in the hairs

Keep it got it right beside me if I get inside a Jimmy gotta blast

That bitch she love the way I treat her kitty kitty but this shit aint never gonna last

Me N my BIG DAWG used to count calories now we just counting up all thiss cassssh

MAYBE I FEEL LIKE TIMMY TIMMY TURNER WISHING FOR A BURNER TURN YOU INTO ASH BITCH

Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,

Them boys sliding on every punch in,

Smoking gas, might need robitussin,

Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,

All dis lean, shit gon fuck my stomach up,

But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,

Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,

Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon fuck it up