Dog Action - Icewear Vezzo, DJ Ill Will, Rio Da Yung OG

Woo, this that dog action

Four spots on one street, bitch, they all slappin'

Got some glass Hi-Tech, I want all caskets

Shoot a nigga then check him, bitch, I ball backwards

Just bought another 'Dweller bone, yeah, that’s sixty thousand

This big chop around my neck, this bitch splittin' houses

If it’s up with my gang, ain’t no gettin' out it

Yeah, I’ll leave somethin' like I’m irresponsible

Niggas goin' back to court, cut they time faster

Ask Cudi what he do for work and he said rob rappers

Seen them RIP shirts, I was crying laugh

And fuck your homie that got whacked, he should’ve died faster

Ugh, bitch, I get high as NASA

Since I jumped off the porch, I been buying ladders

Cash a nigga whole load, you should’ve bought it faster

Brand new 911 Porsche Turbo, this bitch automatic

I’m just talkin' 'bout my life, I be hardly rappin'

Want the money and your ice, that ain’t all we asking

Nigga ever see me starving, I was only fasting

Got a whole brick of white on wrap like a tall T tag-ins

Huh, this a party package

Soon as that Perkio kick in, I’ma start relaxing

And I ain’t never finish school, I was always absent

I’m so used to doing turn-arounds, I be walking backwards, ugh

Bitch, I’m drinking raw Acky

Plain Rollie on my arm, it came from dog packing

You got a 'Master on your wrist, you say your arm dancing

Nigga, that’s your brother Yacht, so I’ma call him captain

Fuck some coffee cups, we drink Hi-Tech out of tall glasses

Shoot a nigga in his forehead, make him fall backwards

I do more than hit the work, bitch, I bodyslam it

If you hear a nigga caght me slippin', Glocky probably jammed up

Ayy, I just thought of something

Am I a trick?

'Cause I just fucked this bitch and bought her something

Shout out to that nigga Peezy 'cause he taught me something

He introduced me to that rizzy, then I saw a hundred

Now my pockets swollen

Nigga, that’s a 36, that is not a trophy

I just bought a 36 but it is not a Rollie

Nephew picked me up in the Hellcat, I hope it’s not a stoley

This nigga bad as hell

My nigga said he had some Wocky, I was glad as hell

Told that nigga bring that bitch right now long as it got the seal

Man, this nigga pulled up with some green, I was mad as hell

This lame nigga want some Percs, I’m finna tax him twelve

Sold his ass some diet pills, he was fat as hell

Short a nigga thirty grams, and he had a scale

I’m a rapper now, remember when I had a bag to sell

My uncle got caught with some blow, now he sell crack in jail

You can take a nigga out the hood, can’t take the clientele

I pulled up to the spot for nothing, I thought I had a sale

Even though I rap, I’m still shiesty, I’ll jack myself

Boy, I got a hundred pages in this magazine

I’ll open this bitch up, I hope your ass can read

Doing donuts in that 'Vette, I almost smacked a tree

My ex asked me why I’m drinking Tech, I’m tryna catch some Z’s