I'm a dog in the streets, my name sumn serious.
Can't go nowhere by yourself, bitch you ain't nothin serious.
Chains niggas dames, but brains somethin serious.
Get your brake, get you laid, for a bank somethin serious.
Okay seriously, y'all niggas tryin some conspiracy,
Like niggas ain't real as they appear to be.
Can't none of y'all fuck with me lyrically.
Dead fuckin serious.
On that drink, don't know how I'm steering straight.
Comma make your chest look like a period.
Tell the hoe get off my land.
No, I don't wanna hear it bitch you can't be serious.
Police says nigga, trap, interference.
Tryin to get up out these streets.
Ten racks for the appearance.
My homie took it, I just bought it.
Got my sack on clearance.
Young niggas fearless.
Aiming at your brain, leave you earless.
You hear me? Most gangters say, "Ya heard me?"
This one have been up since Thursday, sun comin up we still serving.
I love countin money this early.
Do the verse for a pound of purple.
For a pound of purp? Got damn Lito that's Murda.
Green with purple strands.
Donatello, ninja turtle.
In the trap stash with the trash bags.
I sell swag by the hashtag.
Hold pounds like the dumb pale rack.
Brain flat, you won't catch that.
I'm seein green while I'm slangin sand with a nine iron and a snap back.
I'm a golfer, like the golf course.
My caddy holdin my backpack.
Gat black, goin blat blat.
You bitch nigga, don't bag that.
Pussy rapper got a bad rap? Immitation, intimidation.
I just figure they scalp dry.
Poor condition, got niggas flaking.
Try to play me, visit satan.
Or the one who created satan.
Chase the paper, every day is, if you snuck me and got away.
Yopper never low on potassium.
Fresh banana, just got today.
It just means you get shot today.
Telescope on my three-oh-eight.
Hit that ass from a block away.
If a nigga cooperate, then the doctor gonna operate.
Fuckin right I rock with Gates.
Niggas hatin, it's childs play.
I just want respect on my mind and grind.
Don't know how they manage to hate cause I can't find the time,
I'm so preoccupied with these dollar signs.
They say they gettin money but they probably lyin.
Somethin serious when it comes to these lyrics.
The picture would come the clearest.
The scripts at your head, the scripts will get read.
Then you work other spirit.
Talkin pussy nigga but I don't wanna hear it.
Point, aim, point blank range, point blank period.
I'm a dog in the streets, my name sumn serious.
Can't go nowhere by yourself, bitch you ain't nothin serious.
Chains niggas dames, but brains somethin serious.
Get your brake, get you laid, for a bank somethin serious.
I'm serious, somethin serious.
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Jermaine Shute, Brian Pickens
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