Xavi - DOG POUND Lyrics

I'm in the dog pound
Dog food all around me but the trap filled with refs
They never call foul
Who you gonna walk down
I'll go get my whistle with my pistol walk yo boy to the locker room now
Or I might bust a brick down
The money come regardless
They call me caveman Xavi
How I get these sticks sparking
3x In my lap lay you down in yo coffin
I'm a deacon with the glock get yo thoughts of yo noggin

Feel like im a king cus I'm asking for an offerin
Bitches say they hate me how I play em but I'm flawless
I only date a bitch if she can bounce it like she Spaulding
And we lil titty gang C and under what I'm talking
Don't care bout fucking bitches cus I'd only date a couple
We not dating then you nothing ion care bout yo hustle
Don't fuck with fists in cuffs what makes you think I wanna tussle
Don't fuck with the Jake's what makes you think I wanna wait
If I pull up to the spot and you not there then you late
If I'm selling then I'll leave ion got no time to waste
If I'm buying then it's different get it half off today
Take it back to the trap and I'll serve it on a plate

I'm in the dog pound
Dog food all around me but the trap filled with refs
They never call foul
Who you gonna walk down
I'll go get my whistle with my pistol walk yo boy to the locker room now
Or I might bust a brick down
The money come regardless
They call me caveman Xavi
How I get these sticks sparking
3x In my lap lay you down in yo coffin
I'm a deacon with the glock get yo thoughts of yo noggin

Beat a nigga ass for talking slick shit on Slawson
Don't care I'm from the rock I'll take a private jet to off him
Get his ass fired just for thinking he bossin
Brush that nigga teeth just for thinking he flossin
Go home and bang the kitty like my last names Dawson
You cyber gang banging on the firewall mobbin
Throwing up yo sets and they beefin with each other
Throw up 2 different nations boy you asking for some trouble
I ain't with all that, only throw up when I'm bussin
And I might throw up when I'm off the robitussin
Got the Percs to keep me up, but the xanz got me percussioned
Cus my heart beat banging like that nigga off concussion
All my songs go hard we just got different tastes
Niggas saying that I'm soft flow burning like it's mace
Put a nigga in his grave when I put him in his place
Choppa like a soup kitchen niggas line up for a taste

I'm in the dog pound
Dog food all around me but the trap filled with refs
They never call foul
Who you gonna walk down
I'll go get my whistle with my pistol walk yo boy to the locker room now
Or I might bust a brick down
The money come regardless
They call me caveman Xavi
How I get these sticks sparking
3x In my lap lay you down in yo coffin
I'm a deacon with the glock get yo thoughts of yo noggin

If a nigga play me not much is what it takes
Might just find him laying toothless on the side of East state
I ain't grow up with no blessing loaf of bread would break the bank
That's why I got no compassion leave you laying with the snakes
Back shot leave you chestless, praying my fate ain't the same
Nahmir when I catch a body see me rubbing off the paint
Want a label to call me so I can tell them that I can't
I'll never let my passion and my dreams cause me pain
But i know to touch a hundred mill I gotta go thru rain
Tell me what you need got that work for the cheap
Got the fullz for the real, CVVs for the weak
Got the dumps for you niggas tryna hit a lil streak
Heat seeker on that chop let his anger reach its peak
New Beamer on the block? I forgot I had the keys
New beam on the glock, I can switch from red to green
Fake niggas my socks, these Gucci snakes is what I mean

I'm in the dog pound
Dog food all around me but the trap filled with refs
They never call foul
Who you gonna walk down
I'll go get my whistle with my pistol walk yo boy to the locker room now
Or I might bust a brick down
The money come regardless
They call me caveman Xavi
How I get these sticks sparking
3x In my lap lay you down in yo coffin
I'm a deacon with the glock get yo thoughts of yo noggin