Dot - Greg Porn, Freeway

I wasn’t born to win the lotto, so I’m back up in the brothel

With a bottle of them Oxys and a baby with a body

That’ll pay me when she empty but she tempt me when she horny

Cuz she said that I’m a doggie, Ima keep it 60−40

Haha, is but who isn’t, when your dick is made of lizard

And your flows are

And it can’t cool without him, is it

Niggas ain’t shit but bitches ain’t shit neither

That’s why I don’t let no mami duck on hardly how I treat 'em

Global fulfilling homo cuz my mojo screamin' 'Yolo'

In the Lobo with the mansions and the maxins with the munchies

And a dose on every motherfucker lookin' at me funny

They waitin' for this dickin', niggas waiting for permission

To drop on where they drippin', the bottom of the kitchen

Fryin' for they chicken that they chain up while they twitchin'

Life’s a bitch but I ain’t bitchin'

Just tell her switch positions like

Hold, hold up, I’m about to boss

Crack up in this and disappear up in this magic dot

Back to the lancy where the Xannies and the candies

Every blunt is laced it’s like

If we ain’t on the corner then we up in cousin Danny’s

With a slim, tryna pull it like a hammy

It’s P-H-I-L-A Dot, all night all day it don’t stop

Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock

Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock

Pick 'em up

Chop 'em down

Everybody score when we touch down

Everybody scorin' because everybody borin'

My flow must be from Jupiter because everybody martians

I will unload the drum and then have everybody marchin'

I might pull a drum into black kids in my apartment

They a harmony and holly, oh but they might catch a body

Getting women from the D, stretch her out like it’s Pilates

I got two full clips, none of this karate

I’m gonna ch-ch-chop you on the hood, Mr Miyake

I’m in Northfield, prolly, I’m in LA I’m in China

Russian women give me no discussion about vagina

We just fuckin' she just suckin'

I’m just bustin' on her hiney

Big ass big bits why the hell they call her tiny

In the hotel lobby with a whole brick, whole scale

Oz for whole scale, don’t tell Mick Multi

If you tell him Ima off you

No time for jail time, no time for law suits

That boy been on point, harpooned

And we all thuggin', so we all moved