My Dawg Xanman

[Hook]
All of that bluffin’ shit, need to cut down
You don’t even know how I
Wasn’t there when I had nothing
What you want now?
Big dog on me, No bloodhound
I’m fucking your bitch, and I pull her bun down
Chopper rock with a guitar like i’m Chuck Brown
Where your shooter sun down when the sun down
Crime pays so I got my gun up
I really don’t use my dog
Lil fuck nigga tried to run off
Like why you running like you hard
He say he yo’ brother tryna pull your card
Ouu, I thought that you was my dog
Walk on me like I got a call
I got yo’ bitch, let you do a call
50 on me, going to bash in his skull
You can see the look in his eyes
And tell him he not gon ride
Mask down looking like Micheal Myers
Tell him you gon slide
You ain’t shooting, why you lie in your rhymes
Tell yo’ plug he a (?)
I took yo bitch nigga, everytime
All of these niggas real live