[Intro]
Thraxx
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Lawnchair a bitch, I'll have her foldin' over (Okay)
And then I pop a n***a melon like a Coca-Cola (What's up?)
Skull and crossbones, yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Chevy Nova (Huh?)
And I'ma punch a n***a head, give him a hematoma (Haha)
You ain't 'bout shit, now contact 'em, you know who it is (Okay)
And now your boy's blowin' up like he a pufferfish (What's up?)
Oh, you do not like a n***a? Well, your fuckin' mother did (Huh?)
I'm takin' bags out the bank like I was Richie Rich (Haha)

[Chorus]
I tell 'em, "All of my dawgs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em n***as, "None of my dawgs need homes"
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes

[Verse 2]
On a Harley-Davidson, I'm runnin' up the mileage (Okay)
Then I'ma chase your homies down and then I fuckin' fire (Boom)
And all your homies see me shootin' but don't talk about it (Okay)
Because they know the consequences if they press the problem (Huh?)
And If I'm shootin', n***a, you know that I never miss (Okay)
I bring destruction and a little bit of violence (What's up?)
Funeral song, bitch, cue the fuckin' violins (Huh?)
I'm at yo' wake with a stick and it's silenced (Haha)
And now your ribs all touchin', and why the fuck you fussin'? (Huh?)
N***a, get some money, take me out of your discussion (Huh?)
Your girl's all puffin', and softer than a muffin (Huh?)
Tell her, do some sit-ups and maybe some fuckin' runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I tell 'em, "All of my dawgs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em n***as, "None of my dawgs need homes"
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes