Dog Pound ft. Lil K Round Jumpin' Lyrics

Outer space with it, where I'm litty

In a place where shit could get gritty

If you not where I'm from get the fuck out my city (The fuck out my city!)

When you broke, they don't show no pity

So I got a boat load of them bands in a jiffy

Now my last bitch saying she miss me

Take them lashes off when you with me

Cause I'm boutta fuck on that face, ain't no kissing

I got her like woah

T-Rob, you a dog now

Something like a K-9 from the dog pound

These lil niggas, they hate cause we on now

You could get packed, niggas smoked like a bong now

From the trap, I got my strap

Bitches throwing shit back when they hearing my songs now

Call up my slatt, you could get wacked

We gon skrt off the lot when they hear that Trackhawk sound

Catch me a opp, put his ass in a splif

Niggas ain't on shit, on the Ave with the blick

Might pop out at 7, nigga we could get lit

And I send like 11 shots hitting ya whip

Niggas ain't really steppin', y'all 12 with the licks

Like 13 weapons, I'd done hit a nigga shit

Stop thinking that we playing, stop thinking that we bitch

Stop thinking that you save, stop thinking with your dick nigga

Nigga stop playing, niggas saying that you flipped

Brand new switch boutta hit a nigga shit

Got a brand new whip and some brand new kicks

Now Neck on piss on some brand new shit

It's a new year, pull up with a brand new bitch

Got some brand new bands, might just be rich

Got a brand new Benz, skrt off in a whip

All my niggas good, nah, we don't really trip, but I'll take one

If it's beef, bitch don't make me take one

There's a problem? We really could make one

And if it's smoke, you don't gotta say none

If it's up then it's up, let em' say some

Bitch if it's up then it's up, we gon' bake one

From the lum, fuck em' up, don't play dumb

Stay with the 6ix like Drake's son

Get caught in that jam, don't say none

Outer space with it, where I'm litty

In a place where shit could get gritty

If you not where I'm from get the fuck out my city (The fuck out my city!)

When you broke, they don't show no pity

So I got a boat load of them bands in a jiffy

Now my last bitch saying she miss me

Take them lashes off when you with me

Cause I'm boutta fuck on that face, ain't no kissing

I got her like woah

T-Rob, you a dog now

Something like a K-9 from the dog pound

These lil niggas, they hate cause we on now

You could get packed, niggas smoked like a bong now

From the trap, I got my strap

Bitches throwing shit back when they hearing my songs now

Call up my slatt, you could get wacked

We gon skrt off the lot when they hear that Trackhawk sound