Songtexte DAWG DAY FREESTYLE - Herb4K

Try to run up on me, nigga, you gon' die fast
Pocket fat that foot like I been even door dash
Chopper bullets hit it, say we gon' knock off his mustache
I remember days I ain't had no cash
Couple hundred in my pocket was making a light back
Bitch, I was taking fights, feeling love with the jet lag
Say I can't fuck with niggas, they going out too sad
I thought about cuffing bitches, that pussy was too bad

Running like gump, smoking on a forest
Eyes keep a pump, ready got a tourist
I'm in Paris fucking tourists
Pock is Peter, your shit lost
My bitch bad, her name Doris
Pock' is fat, they malnourished
Off their head, fuck a chorus

I went flex, pushing that bitch on the highway
She give neck, then I start fucking her sideways
She want sex, fell her all capers and body
See my text, now that ho started at my place
Off her ex, eyes red, feel like I'm Sake
I'm up next, niggas know that I'm so 4K
Bad bitch, whatever I want, she gon' birth with
And I'm always in her mind, feel like target

Just a freestyle, nigga