Put Dawg Out lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
b*tch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw sh*t
It's KrispyKidd and Mike
I just served Auntie some sh*t to get Billy right
I've been rapping for only two years, and got plenty ice
Yeah you had a good first quarter, but didn't finish right
I got that kind of di*k to make a gay b*tch leave a dyke
Today I ain't bring no cash out, we had a visa night
Weed strong as hell man, this sh*t would make Jesus high
Give me two racks for a verse, that's my weekend price


[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Started drinking lean backwards, I been sippin right
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it spiked
Ahh, f*ck
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it twice
I don't wanna get mad, I know Imma hit my wife
[?] don't want me around the fam, he think I hit his wife
The way I shoot this b*tch, you would think I hooped for the Sixers twice
You slid on a Christmas party, only thing you hit was lights

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Na, I can't tax bro like that, he get the Fisher price
Put that n*gga out right there, he lit the swisher twice
Lean drinker, doing anything, I be mixing pints
I was broke but now a n*gga up, I live a vivid life
12 lines of wok, about to pour it in the twenty ounce
Make some dog sh*t this month, they let Jimmy out (Happy as hell)
That's my favorite fiend
n*gga think he fresh
Pulled up white tee and some faded jeans
Busting nuts on my b*tch face, like it's Maybelline
Honey badger, hit his front chest then invade the spleen
I know a n*gga right now that'll kill you for a 8 of green
Stomp a n*gga head, f*ck some Timbs, these A.C.G.'s
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
On the block everyday, like I'm Boomhauer
Diamonds a girl best friend, sucked the jewels out me
If you do the right thing, you can make two up out it
n*gga ran the crib on the block, and then boom out it
Been slid on your crib, and knocked the pool out it
Big bank take lil bank, make a fool out you
Money still make me stand different, this a new posture
I might get my hands on a pint of Ak if I f*ck my doctor

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Tupac bullets in this Glock, they don't know who shot him
Quarter million dollar Benz, I been selling hoops out it
I been making plays with Zulu, like I knew Shaka
You say you know who got the perc thirties, n*gga, who got them?
b*tch got scared when I started up the Scat using auto start
Okay I'm horny, text my b*tch like meet me at the water park
Wish he would run up on this car, we got double R's
Not the pill, b*tch I'm talking baby R with the double R's

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
2020 widebody, I gotta double park
Yeah Imma let you suck it, b*tch, just let me park
Nasty b*tch wanna f*ck, she let me fart
'21 Tesla, if I cough, this b*tch'll start
Send somebody my way and some sh*t'll start
I stopped my b*tch like, you ain't finna start
Keep tools on me, but I ain't here to fix the car
Claymore by the door if you run, he ain't getting far