Jesse B Dawg Document 2 Lyrics
Document 2 by Jesse B Dawg
Bongman that's the logo
I get my shit on the low low
When I see a bitch that I like n shit
Ima fuck that bitch on my gopro
Cinematic on film and wax
Ima bit sparatic so I love ta dab
Hush hush lil hata bitch
I was simulating murder when I made this mix
Hillyard pride till the day I die
For them stupid fucks that's 509
For the rest of us
That's the frontline
I aint front mine
I got my shit on the fucken grind
Bmg n that's the crew
Need a bag you can come threw
I aint done hustlin I fucks with it
Fuck strugglen I touch digits
Gargoyal n that's real shit
Posted up tryna get chips
If you see my homies on the fucken grind
Better Show respect at least buy a dime
The streets are cold, this is how we eat
Fuck selling coke stick ta pushen t's
Beats merch and mp3's
Bongman gang dawg you know me
Cash on deck n we got heat in the trunk
Bdawg on the beat n I'm bringin the funk
Its minimal effort to make them muthafuckers slump
Ima gargoyal dawg n that's what I'm about
All dabbed out locked into the couch
Holden down the house with a half an oz
Turned up loud till it maxes out
Picture me rollin homie look at me now
We loud as fuck like the 40 cal
Still murken these beats n rhymes
While you lurk bezerk deep in pizza time
I put a hurt on words I aint leasen mine
I fucken cursed the verse then put the heat online
A four seat on grind
Crooked alpine
Kanetown on pound
The whole ride is high
We ride do or die
We solidify
You aint nothing but
A group full a stupid guys
Bongman gang their you heard it from me
We rep bmg that's moe you need cash on deck if you fuck with me
I don't fuck wit punks I stay sucker free
I eat a bunch at lunch lil punk emcees
Youll get sucker punch by my skunky weed
I rap real life on these hard ass beats
N the struggles grimey so it sounds like beef
Everytime I speak
I get my shit on the low low
When I see a bitch that I like n shit
Ima fuck that bitch on my gopro
Cinematic on film and wax
Ima bit sparatic so I love ta dab
Hush hush lil hata bitch
I was simulating murder when I made this mix
Hillyard pride till the day I die
For them stupid fucks that's 509
For the rest of us
That's the frontline
I aint front mine
I got my shit on the fucken grind
Bmg n that's the crew
Need a bag you can come threw
I aint done hustlin I fucks with it
Fuck strugglen I touch digits
Gargoyal n that's real shit
Posted up tryna get chips
If you see my homies on the fucken grind
Better Show respect at least buy a dime
The streets are cold, this is how we eat
Fuck selling coke stick ta pushen t's
Beats merch and mp3's
Bongman gang dawg you know me
Cash on deck n we got heat in the trunk
Bdawg on the beat n I'm bringin the funk
Its minimal effort to make them muthafuckers slump
Ima gargoyal dawg n that's what I'm about
All dabbed out locked into the couch
Holden down the house with a half an oz
Turned up loud till it maxes out
Picture me rollin homie look at me now
We loud as fuck like the 40 cal
Still murken these beats n rhymes
While you lurk bezerk deep in pizza time
I put a hurt on words I aint leasen mine
I fucken cursed the verse then put the heat online
A four seat on grind
Crooked alpine
Kanetown on pound
The whole ride is high
We ride do or die
We solidify
You aint nothing but
A group full a stupid guys
Bongman gang their you heard it from me
We rep bmg that's moe you need cash on deck if you fuck with me
I don't fuck wit punks I stay sucker free
I eat a bunch at lunch lil punk emcees
Youll get sucker punch by my skunky weed
I rap real life on these hard ass beats
N the struggles grimey so it sounds like beef
Everytime I speak