Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & CMG The Label – Dog House

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Refrain: Yo Gotti

Fuck the judge, fuck the lawyer, bring my niggas home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I’m comin’ home
Dog out if my bitch say I’m in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil’ niggas movin’ dog out

Verse 1: Yo Gotti

My bitch pissed off, she say I’m in the dog house (Dog house)
Keep fightin’ that shit until they let your dog out (Dog out)
A pill after pill, already blew a mill’ (Uh)
Go broke for my dog, that’s how real niggas live (Beep)
I’m on the East Side ridin’ in the Rolls truck with two FNs (Two FNs)
Richard Mille, that’s worth two Hellcats and a CL Benz (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I see y’all haters, I’m lookin’ at you niggas through Cartier lens (Cartier lens)
I DM bitches, like, “Fuck somethin’, ho, I don’t need no friends”
Cuban (Cuban) two-tone (Two)
Money (Money) too long (Frrt)
Team (Team) too strong (I am)
Way at the top where I belong (Belong)
Dope boy rockin’ that Vlone, big bruh smokin’ on strong (Woo)
Spendin’ my time tryna free homes ‘til my lil’ nigga come home (‘Til my lil’ nigga come home)
I say this shit ‘cause I mean it (I do, I really do)
I had your bitch in a Demon (I really did)
I had her suckin’ up semen (What she do?)
You was at home dreamin’ (Damn, ho)
I’m in the trap and I’m schemin’ (I am, I am)
You in the trap and you fiendin’ (You is, you was)
I keep a strap in my jeans and (Yeah)
Your bitch in the back and she screamin’

Refrain: Yo Gotti

Fuck the judge, fuck the lawyer, bring my niggas home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I’m comin’ home
Dog out if my bitch say I’m in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil’ niggas movin’ dog out

Chorus: Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg

Dog house (Dog), dog house
Bitch, I’m movin’ dog out (Dog), dog out
Bitch, I’m in the dog house (Dog), dog house (Phew)
And bitch, I’m movin’ dog out (Dog), dog out

Verse 2: 42 Dugg

Ayy, two-tone
Bust AP off two phones
That’s dog and weed
They scam for us, send ‘em all the beans
They fam’ to us, don’t call them fiends
I’m hustlin’, nigga, better know my grind
Don’t fuck with niggas, don’t call my line
Yellin’, “Free the youngin,” doin’ all that time
Lookin’ through his pictures, wish he saw them signs
Can’t blame my nigga, we living
Yellin’, “Not guilty,” and I did it
Still ten toes in that kitchen
Did six straight without bitching
Tool saucin’ and I’m willing
Truck cost ten and I’m peeling
I lost friends and feelings
Over lawyer fees and pictures
Ayy, I told my nigga I got him
You ain’t did shit, to my knowledge
Straight curb servin’ like college
Yeah, I graduated, niggas animated
All the bitches love me, niggas gotta hate it
Got the city turnt, thinkin’ I done made it
I ain’t did shit
Nigga, Lou gone, I’m still sick
Hope he feel this

Dog house (Dog), dog house
Bitch, I’m movin’ dog out (Dog), dog out
Bitch, I’m in the dog house (Dog), dog house
And bitch, I’m movin’ dog out (Dog), dog out (I am)

Outro: Yo Gotti

Frrt
On everything I love, nigga, for real, yeah
Y’all know me, real street nigga
East Side Wayburn in the road trip with doggy
From the beginning, nigga
Who jumpin’ off jets, pullin’ up in the projects, in real life? (Frrt)
Me, that’s who
I am
Shit ain’t never stop