Dog Action lyrics

[Intro]
(Jose the Plug)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Woo, this that dog action
Four spots on one street, b*tch, they all slappin'
Got some glass Hi-Tech, I want all caskets
Shoot a n*gga then check him, b*tch, I ball backwards
Just bought another 'Dweller bone, yeah, that's sixty thousand
This big chop around my neck, this b*tch splittin' houses
If it's up with my gang, ain't no gettin' out it
Yeah, I'll leave somethin' like I'm irresponsible
n*ggas goin' back to court, cut they time faster
Ask Cudi what he do for work and he said rob rappers
Seen them RIP shirts, I was crying laughin'
And f*ck your homie that got whacked, he should've died faster (Iced Up Records, ugh)
b*tch, I get high as NASA
Since I jumped off the porch, I been buying ladders
Cash a n*gga whole load, you should've bought it faster
Brand new 911 Porsche Turbo, this b*tch automatic
I'm just talkin' 'bout my life, I be hardly rappin'
Want the money and your ice, that ain't all we asking
n*gga ever see me starving, I was only fasting
Got a whole brick of white on wrap like a tall T tag-ins
Huh, this a party package
Soon as that Perkio kick in, I'ma start relaxing
And I ain't never finish school, I was always absent
I'm so used to doing turn-arounds, I be walking backwards, ugh
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch, I'm drinking raw Acky
Plain Rollie on my arm, it came from dog packing
You got a 'Master on your wrist, you say your arm dancing
n*gga, that's your brother Yacht, so I'ma call him captain
f*ck some coffee cups, we drink Hi-Tech out of tall glasses
Shoot a n*gga in his forehead, make him fall backwards
I do more than hit the work, b*tch, I bodyslam it
If you hear a n*gga caught me slippin', Glocky probably jammed up
Ayy, I just thought of something
Am I a trick? 'Cause I just f*cked this b*tch and bought her something
Shout out to that n*gga Peezy 'cause he taught me something
He introduced me to that rizzy, then I saw a hundred
Now my pockets swollen
n*gga, that's a 36, that is not a trophy
I just bought a 36 but it is not a Rollie
Nephew picked me up in the Hellcat, I hope it's not a stoley
This n*gga bad as hell
My n*gga said he had some Wocky, I was glad as hell
Told that n*gga bring that b*tch right now long as it got the seal
Man, this n*gga pulled up with some green, I was mad as hell
This lame n*gga want some Percs, I'm finna tax him twelve
Sold his ass some diet pills, he was fat as hell
Short a n*gga thirty grams, and he had a scale
I'm a rapper now, remember when I had a bag to sell
My uncle got caught with some blow, now he sell crack in jail
You can take a n*gga out the hood, can't take the clientele
I pulled up to the spot for nothing, I thought I had a sale
Even though I rap, I'm still shiesty, I'll jack myself
Boy, I got a hundred pages in this magazine
I'll open this b*tch up, I hope your ass can read
Doing donuts in that 'Vette, I almost smacked a tree
My ex asked me why I'm drinking Tech, I'm tryna catch some Z's