Land Rover lyrics

[Intro]
I was just playin', man, you feel me?
Hah
Yeah

[Chorus]
They got my dog on Twenty-Three and One, he got a call collected
Every day, I wake up pourin' up purp for my dogs in Heaven
My fiend bangin' my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
I cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
I just ran out of Wockhardt, thank God we got Techy
I can shoot the FN with my right hand, but the Glock lefty
b*tch hope that don't get di*k, she called the cops at me
If I was an eighties' baby, I'd be f*ckin' a b*tch in a box Chevy

[Verse]
I told her, "Pull up to the crib", and bring her friend over
I whispered in her ear, said, "Come with me", then made her bend over
I just made some sh*t that I can't count, I need a Land Rover
f*ck it, I'm finna go and buy ten cribs, I'm finna landlord it
Two hundred thou' stuffed in a sofa, I'm a big hoarder
I'm finna take lil' girly out to Miami, we had to skip Georgia
I just bought a bulletproof, it got a clip holder
I'm waitin' for this n*gga to come home and up stick on him
Feet kicked back, view of the ocean, sh*t comfort me
You struggle to run up a fifty-ball, I do it comfortably
I'll get you a hundred off your credit, wanna come and see?
I just f*cked a b*tch in the ocean, I'm finna c*m in sea
And once I'm loaded, I shoot out the way
I just robbed a n*gga on the first shot, you shootin' out the way
You ain't never had to vacuum seal and travel with a pound of yay
n*ggas goin' on fifty, beg for a front with no house to stay
I just had a b*tch fly in, here go a house to stay
I'm tryna hit the stu' and get BackWoods, but it's miles away
I'm finna drop a n*gga on an opp block, then hit the house and pray
My lil' n*ggas spend five thousand at the House of Dank
Right now I'm runnin' with the pounds, so the car stink
I'm finna cop a 41, it got a large face
I'm finna dump a body in the ocean like shark tank
Lil' girly wasn't on sh*t, b*tch, go do somethin', we gotta part ways
[Chorus]
They got my dog on Twenty-Three and One, he got a call collected
Every day, I wake up pourin' up purp for my dogs in Heaven
My fiend bangin' my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
I cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
I just ran out of Wockhardt, thank God we got Techy
I can shoot the FN with my right hand, but the Glock lefty
b*tch hope that don't get di*k, she called the cops at me
If I was an eighties' baby, I'd be f*ckin' a b*tch in a box Chevy
They got my dog on Twenty-Three and One, he got a call collected
Every day, I wake up pourin' up purp for my dogs in Heaven
My fiend bangin' my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
I cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
I just ran out of Wockhardt, thank God we got Techy
I can shoot the FN with my right hand, but the Glock lefty
b*tch hope that don't get di*k, she called the cops at me
If I was an eighties' baby, I'd be f*ckin' a b*tch in a box Chevy