Trauma Tone - Dogs lyrics

[Produced by Trauma Tone] [Verse 1] Suzy gon' run up them commas My new chick's up with Madonna They ain't let Su in the club They shut the club down, so f** em Suzy be sliding through customs Suzy been k**ing production Baddest lil b**h that you cuffing Cut that lil b**h off, she nothing Suzy the man with the plan Suzy got b**hes in France Suzy might run the same outfit back Might do it again Suzy get paid to party Suzy gon' smell like a Marley Suzy spent thousand on Carty's Suzy stay up with no coffee I own a couple of businesses I lost a couple of friends and sh** I just pulled up to the dealership I know my n***as gon' feel this sh** I cannot tell you what year we in I'm on another planet I'm on another country Speak to the plug in Spanish Hola amigo, que paso? On 23rd with the vatos n***as be feeling themselves, get filled with them shells b**h it's like a taco Suzy the man with the mula Smoking the swisher with Budha Suzy got plug on the Bathing Ape Suzy got plug on the Puma Suzy call Uber to drop her off I'm out of gas and I'm coughin y'all I just got off of a conference call They want to know what the concert costs 20 racks if I'm friendly Swaggin' since elementary Drippin' sauce since the bike days Young 6 Speed on a 10-speed 6' 5” with a sick vibe Never let a f** n***a slide When I pull up in a slick ride I'ma let a thick girl drive I got the flow, it's on autopilot I met some girls, they was all about it Ask me if I got a Plan B Honestly I never thought about it I'm on my wave and I'm surfing Stick to the plan but it's perfect I don't feel none of your energy Really you making me nervous Pull up in Chevy Suburban She slid in my DM, I curved her They all foreign b**hes in stills They feeling my swag, talking merger I just pulled up to the fortress I ain't stop rocking Air Forces I still be rocking Toyotas I got dough to buy a few Porsches Bossman taking orders I remember buying ten sacks Now a n***a facing quarters n***as tryna get they wind back They done put me in the driver's seat I'm who these lil n***as tryna be Look at my day, I got demons inside of me Pray to my maker like get this sh** out of me Probably I could be one of the greatest Did this sh** without a major I'm dripping sauce, kicking flavor Hate it but love this sh** later