🎵 Dogfight Cypher // by Dominic Fike

4 ContributorsDogfight Cypher Lyrics [Intro] I got my water I got my water in there Mmm [Verse] In a two seater, two feet from the finish Yo’ bitch is shotgun, drawin’ [?] to plot twist Up in that cosmic or Most of rhymes bigger Right close to my side nigga Im growin’, shit, I need a new wardrobe Want a new porsche, I think you need a new forbes list Of course no nigga ever givin’ me my portion I had to steal, extort niggas to give me more shit Made me more sick in the brain, pain and torment I get it now, they had to sit me down Tell me ‘bout origin, who I was born with Fuck ‘em, I tell ‘em all suck a dick Fuck with me, fuck with this Niggas colorblind, they fuckin with me like whoop or sit, Uh-uh I don’t make cracker music, I don’t make nigga music I make trigger music for middle school kids who finna shoot shit and stab bitches White and black bitches, light and fat bitches, alike, what? Alike, yes Mic in the left and that knife in my right hand, I’m finna swipe at the neck And when the knife’ll get bent, I’ma fight with that mic stand Swipe fans, and they windpipes sprayin’ Be like damn, damn they with this blood on my white vans “Oo, what a sight Dom” “Ay, I don’t fight fair” Wait wait wait wait, look look Runnin’ my mouth I feel like light joggin’ Might not work, like off Tonight I work, double up my time she Double up my rhyme scheme Where the mother fucker talkin like he finna fight me Ay find em, tell ‘er where I been hidin Tell ‘er, uh fuck fuck, ay aight, cool cool