Doggy sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Clean Up Man]
You don't be at the hood store, you don't know Lucky
Dog sh*t on me, got my di*kie 'fit smellin' funny
Chop made out of wood, this b*tch a tree cutter
Runnin' through these stankin'-ass 'bows, got my toes funky
Been chasin' the opps for a year, them n*ggas still runnin'
In this b*tch pressin' up pills for my real junkie
b*tch asked for some head, I said, "You real funny"
b*tch had a fat ass, but she real ugly
n*gga can't hang around if you ain't tryna kill somethin'
My young dog trippin' off a body, ready to drill somethin'
Yeah, I say you can't hang around Clean Up if you ain't tryna kill somethin'
Beecher small as hell, it ain't really hard to find n*ggas
Have bro knock your cap off for fifty-nine fifty
You might get caught in the crossfire if you ain't ridin' with me
Flash on the Glock, I'll really comе and blind n*ggas
Dirty f*ckin' with them in-stores, his sh*t slide diffеrent
Ridin' 'round with this Chief Keef 'cause I don't like n*ggas
Auntie, I got a twitch problem 'cause the ice hittin'
Unc' was the man in '86, he let the ice get him
I been trippin' lately, puttin' beats in a headlock
I'm not your average rapper, I'll get a n*gga head popped
810 sh*t, b*tch, shoutout to Bedrock
Pop a n*gga downtown and slide my clothes in some bedrock
This b*tch used to ho me in high school, I get the head now
Get a n*gga killed in the club off a head nod
My n*gga parking lot pimpin' with AR, he on standby
Run to your car when this b*tch over, catch a headshot
Free Jiggaman until the sh*t backwards
I just popped a Percules, it's finna get active
Pull up to a rat b*tch crib and f*ck her on an air mattress
Feet too big for her shoes, the sh*t look nasty
You ever seen a n*gga head get popped? The sh*t look nasty
I mix the Louis with Gucci, the sh*t look chatty
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
In a minute, I'ma stop rappin', I'ma stick to pimpin'
I could've f*cked four hoes, but I stuffed two b*tches
It's sad 'cause I don't really fight my b*tches
Okay, I'm lyin', I do fight my b*tches
I'm tender, I'll pop you, you better not even type my b*tches
Boy, and I'm so serious
I almost popped four n*ggas tryna get a Zebra Cake
At the age of four, I bought my daughter a firearm
And you, you bought yours an Easy-Bake
I'll have a white b*tch kill you that look like Ricki Lake
I done sold coke, weed, and pills in all fifty states
When you in Planet Fitness the only time you pushin' weight
You ain't never scare sh*t, boy, but your sister date
Just to eat out, it's expensive, I gotta book my plate
I gotta book my reservations and book my steak
Big Draco, big soldier, yeah, that's all me
I got the pills on me and they all cheap
I just stole from a n*gga, it was all free
I can't f*ck with you, naw, you can't call me
I got the dog cheap
Ain't sh*t expensive in here, AD, I think this blog cheap
I'm in Merrill hood sellin' weed, let me call Zeke