Bulldog Got Rabies lyrics

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Spin a opp block, might hit a n*gga lady
O Block Glock might hit a n*gga baby
Smokin' on taffy, this sh*t got my lazy
This .44 bulldog, b*tch, got rabies
Don't tuck a Glock from a n*gga that raised me
Bro said he found a new plug out in Haiti
Shot from the wing, got me feeling like K.D

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Uh, I know you see why they hate me
b*tch got a body, but the b*tch got a baby
See me at the spot, then you know n*ggas pay me
Aussie all gold, got me feelin' like a daisy
Real trap n*gga, I trapped out a basement
I don't remember names, but I do remember faces
b*tches over dollars on an everyday basis
And my J's from Virgil, you could tell by the laces
Oh yeah
[?] Wick, gotta face it
Told the b*tch leavе, but the b*tch don't [?]
You ever had a pound, but ain't whеre to place it
Free the whole unit, got a whole lotta cases

[Break]
Oh yeah
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Spin a opp block, might hit a n*gga lady
O Block Glock might hit a n*gga baby
Smokin' on taffy, this sh*t got my lazy
This .44 bulldog, b*tch, got rabies
Don't tuck a Glock from a n*gga that raised me
Bro said he found a new plug out in Haiti
Shot from the wing, got me feeling like K.D

[Verse 2: Four50]
Keke, I make the chop sing, Jojo or Kasey
Baby I'm a star, I don't shop at no Macys
f*ck you, pay me, I heard you paid her to f*ck her (Yeah)
No CDL, I'm on the road, like a trucker
Everyday, boy, I get monkey, and monkier
MAC with a strap, I'ma need me a shoulder roll
He want a bird, so I hit him with dove (Woo)
I was in PJs, now I got a bankroll
Whole new plan, but I'm going for the same goal
Fifa, you gotta pay for a feature
di*k in her belly, so I call her Keisha
Frozen, no Elsa
I might melt you
I never tell a stripper to go to a teller
Get out, twelve right there, better reroute
Call the clip Jesse, it stay with a full house, yeah
Huh, huh, rich dub n*gga, better run it up
Fourth down goal, we ain't punting nothin'
Brodie goin' dumb, like a tonka truck
Hit 'em both, double up
I follow you everywhere, Mona Lisa
I paint the picture boy, then I'm Picasso
Other words, pick a casket
Shanaynay in the car, I stay with a ratchet, okay
[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Spin a opp block, might hit a n*gga lady
O Block Glock might hit a n*gga baby
Smokin' on taffy, this sh*t got my lazy
This .44 bulldog, b*tch, got rabies
Don't tuck a Glock from a n*gga that raised me
Bro said he found a new plug out in Haiti
Shot from the wing, got me feeling like K.D