Just a Dawg lyrics

[Intro: Que]
Kid Classic
Que
Dawg going on

[Verse 1: Que]
Ayy, us n*ggas from the north, we like to rob and sh*t (f*ck sh*t up)
Splittin' lick, [??] 'till my whole squad was rich (Woah)
Never f*ckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques
Keep the tool incase I gotta unscrew your sh*t
Cut these n*ggas and these hoes on some [??] sh*t
They talk behind your back but in your face be on your di*k
That's why I stay close with my dawgs
These white collar crime ass n*ggas be frauds
I'm quick to [??] all my n*ggas and ball on a b*tch
I'm driving fast, bending corner,s sipping slow on my whip
I keep my hoes segregated , on my Jim Crow sh*t
And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip

[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n*gga
You be lieing, you be f*cking different broads, n*gga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n*gga
You ain't tryna take a b*tch to the mall, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t but a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you just a dawg, n*gga
[Verse 2: Que]
I got a b*tch named Lula, she a real di*k chewer
Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like [??]
And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa
Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber
Bet she ain't like the [??] when I f*ck her breasts
Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque
Got her [??] in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain't really luvy-duby
And that's why I chose her
Que killing b*tches like he [??]
[??] and I be in a b*tch stomach like a [??] (Keep going)
Red got a top like what's in the block
Told you more than once, that I'ma die when they shoot to kill [??]

[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n*gga
You be lieing, you be f*cking different broads, n*gga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n*gga
You ain't tryna take a b*tch to the mall, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t but a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you just a dawg, n*gga

[Verse 3: Que]
I could give a f*ck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just up of
A trick n*gga that ain't my cup of tea
On my best day, n*gga, you couldn't f*ck with me
I'ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep
You could never be a better dawg than me
I f*ck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak
Then tell her don't let the door hit you with the good [??]'s picture
Keep a b*tch's coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river
Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers
You take the b*tch to [??], I take the b*tch to [??]
On first string, shootin' three, I'm in the league
I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany's, n*gga (Que)
[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n*gga
You be lieing, you be f*cking different broads, n*gga
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n*gga
You ain't tryna take a b*tch to the mall, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t but a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you a dawg, n*gga
You ain't sh*t, you just a dawg, n*gga