For My Dawg (feat. Lil Jairmy) Video (MV)

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Gas way
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Young Nexus

She know I been chasing right after that paper I might not call back
Once we start arguing then girl I'm gon' fall back
I f*ck might rake me up some racks I got 'em all mad
I got on fifty all blues up in that Gucci bag
I got some shooters they gon' shoot and they don't need a mask
I be in every hood nigga and I don't need a pass
I probably took off on these niggas blew up out the gas
And I can't never take my back off these folks they need me bad
Drug money coming in and that shit coming fast
On my knees every night and I pray that it last
When I think about my dog you make me wanna spazz
And that's why I been going in on they dog ass
You know we get that guap and blow it like a ceiling fan
And for the right amount lil homie he just might kill his friend
I'll never go bowling 'cause I ain't tryna see the pin again
Had a bust down Rollie and I been loaded with them Benjamins
Don't nobody die when you unload you gotta spin again
They ain't wanna open up the door I had to kick it in
I'm so thankful I don't have to go up on no lease again
They got all my killers I might have to send them blicks again
Married to the street lil' baby you can't be my girlfriend
Said I'd always hold you down and I won't take my word back
Perc just got me paranoid the syrup it got my nerves bad
Keep your heat these streets they cold yeah in the trap I learned that
Niggas talking about thirty racks on cookie packs I burnt that
I knew the tables would turn and I just had to wait my turn yeah
I could expose a lot of hoes on god but I ain't going up
Soda and some jolly just for my dog I poured a four in up

For my dog I pour the four in up
New coupe windows stars got you goin up
Yeah, for my dog I pour the four in up
Did this for Lou, for my dog pour a four in up

Ain't gotta front I ain't gon' lie I struggled in the past
She in her bag I'm dropping bands up in the Gucci bag
For my brothers and dogs I'll hold it down I'll do some time
And I always keep it one hundred never leave 'em behind
Forty tec that I'm gripping
Got this Actavis that I'm sippin'
People telling me that I'm tripping
Hoe ass Glock holding that dick in
I know crazy niggas riding 'round with them sticks
And I know other niggas on the daily tryna flip a brick
Yeah, married to the street lil' baby you can't be my girlfriend
I ain't never had to ask for shit and I will never beg
She just want my bread, give a f*ck if I end up dead
Got them guns drawn even though we ain't tryna see no pens

For my dog I pour the four in up
New coupe windows stars got you goin up
Yeah, for my dog I pour the four in up
Did this for Lou, for my dog pour a four in up