GOT THAT DOG IN ME (feat. Liscio)

We be startin' in the front seat, take it to the back Ima cutthroat hood nigga comin' from the trap Cause I robbed the police, put the sticks in the bag And my shawty got a mask painted red like my flag I don't mean to brag, but Im rocking hella vlone I be reaching in my bag, pulling out two phones I'm a pure rockstar, yeah im bad to the bone And a pure trap star got the crack on the stove Woah, I know she a hoe From the powder on her nose n' she shaking ass like a red nose Put it on the gram so everybody knows I don't wanna hit it , everybody want it She everybody shawty and everybody on it Nick-Name sauna, everybody in it I be focused on the commas, gotta stay up on the digits See I got a problem, I'm addicted to the digits and on the topic of a problem, you ain't want it cause I'm with it You can find me on the block, I be spinning like a fidget Let the plug turn a opp, cause that's easy for the pickin I be filling up my plate, that's the product of the winning First place, square plate, got the capers with the chicken No place for the hate, you be watching what I'm getting I'm the type you can't replace, I'm a one in a million We be startin' in the front seat, take it to the back Ima cutthroat hood nigga comin' from the trap Cause I robbed the police, put the sticks in the bag And my shawty got a mask painted red like my flag I don't mean to brag, but Im rocking hella vlone I be reaching in my bag, pulling out two phones I'm a pure rockstar, yeah im bad to the bone And a pure trap star got the crack on the stove yeah i got that dog in me, you ain't gotta tell me Yeah i know something wrong with me, yeah i know they felt me, Cause they all want a song with me, so I'm moving stealthy Every time I'm on a mission Boy I been broke, I ain't had a pot to pissin I be putting in the work every day until they listen I can do it while I sleep, I ain't even reminiscing No sleep, Im cookin' beats, like the food up in the kitchen We be startin' in the front seat, take it to the back Ima cutthroat hood nigga comin' from the trap Cause I robbed the police, put the sticks in the bag And my shawty got a mask painted red like my flag I don't mean to brag, but Im rocking hella vlone I be reaching in my bag, pulling out two phones I'm a pure rockstar, yeah im bad to the bone And a pure trap star got the crack on the stove