All Dogs go to Heaven (feat. OG Ted)

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Uh
Maybe if I die, I'll turn into a goat
Yeah
Once I get her, don't want her, I'll throw her away
I don't f*ck with these rappers, they f*ck up my day
I've been working for this, what else more can I say
These people, they love me, I'm the reason they pray
I hop in your lobby and go catch a body
Yes, I'ma white boy, but my name isn't Johnny
You fuckin' with me, Ted is shooting the Tommy
You runnin' with gang, lil bitches Akatsuki
You gangsters be snitchin' and talkin' too much
Last second, I'm runnin' and comin' in clutch
You wanted the smoke, how you rollin' the dutch
But there's jealousy every time you go puff
I touch in your town every time, that's a must
They talkin' and dissin' like I give a f*ck
Yeah, my name is a dick, you can suck on these nuts
You bringin' that up, then you actin' real sus
You know my name, now you talk to me nice
I'm bringin' up mamas, I'm bringin' up wives
I'm bringin' up children, I'm bringin' up knives
You fuckin' with them, then you really get sized
I gotta stop, I gotta breathe
Ted got your BM she down on her knees
How would I know? Cause I filmed the whole thing
I'ma nasty motherfucker, these bitches a tease
A viral disease, a dog with some fleas
I'm scratchin' them off like the lottery
Tickets, you missed it, I'm runnin' the distance
Like goodbye, good riddance
I'm juice in the finish
You don't even get it, it's over the head
Tough talk from a dude off of a perk
Your homie or God, who you seein' first
You run up, get murked with your face on a shirt
He got put in a hearse
We come from the mud, I mean put in the dirt
And we walked in the club with my glock in her purse
She gon' go left, we gon' pop at him first
I was born on the third, get that check by the first
Say they want smoke, but that shit sound absurd
Blowing that shit like I ain't got no lungs
They say they want war, but we keep us some guns
We do this for fun
I keep me a heater, I blow it if needed
You want this lil' bitch, you can have her, don't need her
They know they can't beat us, we break em' off fever
I ride with my demons if you wanna meet em
I remember the times I was broke an couldn't keep up
I had BDBs and they told me to beat it
Now they play my new shit when it come out they speaker
His bitch tryna link up, I'm not tryna see her
You was my lil' homie till we started beefin
You say you my family, but why you be tweakin'
I shared off my plate and these niggas got greedy
These niggas is bitches, these bitches is heathens
You hang with my opps, I don't know how you breathin
We catch you down bad, we gon' beat it and beat you
We not tryna kill you, I'm just tryna teach you
We was ballin' together, now you in the bleachers
Y'all know my number, I'm pressin' the issue
I'll smack your big homie, I don't need no pistol
I'm Bobby Mercer when I'm back in the D
And I throw up that signal, they comin' to get you
All dogs go to heaven, see that is the title
They spinnin' ya block like they playin' a vinyl
I'm like 4-0, this is Shaft in the final
When I finally make it, I'm killin' my idols
Beefing is suicide, this the assist
When you see me in public, I hope you get pissed
And I turned to a rockstar, you stayed as a bitch
And I rock broken promises, that is my fit
This shit gettin' cold, let me put on the mitten
You ain't smokin' packs, how you lie in your writtens
They say I took an L, boy, you gotta be kiddin
They don't f*ck with you cause you lackin' the vision
Give a f*ck how you feelin', we came in your building
We brought it in with us, don't think that we slippin
Get hit in your fitted, this shit in my blunt
This shit is so sticky, the bitch that I'm with
The bitch is too picky, I swear she the thickest
Ain't got time to kick it, can't talk to them niggas
Don't talk to them bitches, just talk to the label
If you wanna get me, I'm actin' sadistic
I hop in the coupe and I'm switchin' the clutch
She suckin' me off while I'm countin' these ones
She say that it's fun
You textin' her phone, we f*ck up her bun
See you when she done
You leave it to beaver
I don't want to see her, you want her, can keep her
How you wanna keep her? This bitch is a cheater
She hotter than fevers, she throwin' it back
I'ma catcher, receiver

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