No Hook DB.Boutabag (Ft. #DRE West Oakland)

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Steppin' in these road runners, and my
Then you got somethin' to do with it
Niggas out here pillow talkin' like I'm cool with it
Slap shit‚ brother got that chop‚ he a fool with it
And they hold hundreds

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
You know who speakin' on me‚ then you got somethin' to do with it (Got somethin' to do with it)
Niggas out here pillow talkin' like I'm cool with it (Why you sneakin'?)
Slap shit, brother got that chop, he a fool with it (Catch him naked)
Slap shit‚ treat 'em like a bitch how he do niggas (He's a bitch)
I'm Boutabag and I ain't worried 'bout no he-say (Ayy)
She-say, catch me on some bread like a cheesecake (Skrrt)
Sloppy roll got a nigga limpin' with a knee ache (I'm limpin')
Gang shit, slide and double back like a replay (Skrrt‚ skrrt, skrrt)
Smirkish in the party passin' sticks like a relay (Hold this)
Slidin', watch me do this dash on this freeway (Skrrt, skrrt)
You lyin', you never made ten on a weekday (You ain't made ten)
Yeah, I'm 'bout my chips, but I don't work for Frito-Lay (Talkin' big bands)
Talkin' for the visual, I'ma pop out where your bro stay
That smirkish, you better listen what your bro say (Better listen)
He barkin', and baby threw it back like a Thursday (She threw it back)
I enjoy West Oakland, if I get paranoid, I start squeezin' (I start squeezin')
When I jump up on the mic, I think my soul leavin' (I think my soul leavin')
He got mad and made a rap, I know you niggas seen it (I know you niggas seen it)
Black bitch bust the dick like a nigga sneezin' (Like a nigga sneezin')
Bitch, I'm Boutabag, BTK, it's our season
Yeah, I probably fucked his bitch, now a nigga leavin' (I ain't even mean it)
Ayy, big B's, think a nigga bleedin' (I ain't even, ooh)
Yeah, I probably fucked his bitch, now that bitch cheesin' (I ain't even, huh)
Say you 'bout a bag on IG, but we are not the same (Uh-uh)
Baby that's on dollars, I'm with drillers, they'll never change
Caught him at the function, he was talkin', we was takin' chains
I'm a dog, you a dog, bitch, we Great Danes
I'm 'bout a bag, you a lame, you are not gang
My brother militant, keep two poles like he Max Payne
He really drillin' shit, dunk on niggas like LeBron James
40 in his pocket, comin' off the hip like he Max Payne
Comin' off the hip like he Max Payne
Did I mention? All black like he Bruce Wayne (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitches on me hella lame, givin' hella brain
In the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin' lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, I do my thing (Let me hear that?)
You see me steppin' in these road runners (In these road runners)
And my niggas road runners and they hold hundreds (And they hold hundreds)
You see a chain on his neck, take his gold from him
Catch a nigga lackin', see his body, snatch his soul from him (Ayy)
In my bag, I be lookin' like I stole from it (I be lookin' like I stole from it)
Poop G grab the K, put a drum on it (Put a drum on it)
Only suck me if you tryna put your tongue on it
Bounce up and down on that dick, baby, run on it