FROM THE POUND – Human Error
Genre Pop

LYRIC
FROM THE POUND

Verse 1Avi

Checkmate on the pigs, check up on my kicks
Red dot on ya skin, Pull up never dip
Candy on the whip
Choppa got a grip
Alligator clip
Muslim on the tints
Dirty fingerprints
Burning rubber mints
Temper tantrum fits
Chop nana split
Never smoking shit
Iu2019m a hypocrite
All these niggas kids
Bitch I babysit

ChorusAvi

Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
Thatu2019s my dog, oh what
From the pound
Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
Thatu2019s my dog, oh what
From the pound

Verse 2William

Iced out wrist
Tool my hip
See you through the scope you call me the oculist
Tote full clips
On my shit
Made it to the top Iu2019ve been on the waiting list, aye
Neck like whip cream yeah I call it gelato
Choppa got a solo it sing obbligato
Iu2019m blowin that windy straight outta Chicago
That 15 car garagu0435 yeah it look like a lotto
Hop on a track and you thought I had mono
Yop on my hip and I keep it on auto
Servu0435 up a track and I call gazpacho
Racks to my hands like tomato, tomato

Verse 3wilson

Gold tooth in my mouth
Listerineufffc, aye
Fuck you, I get bands
Cash Machine, aye
We just, stick to a plan
Iu2019m counting green
It ainu2019t prom but I pull-up with a fucking limousine, aye
Body count go up like centipede
Iu2019m rapping, this shit got the best of me
Iu2019m smoking on gasoline
Cracked seams, these bitches basic
Vanilla bean
She wanna get on a magazine
Wanna go big screen, with the marines
Shoot it up like some ketamine, Fish is swimming
Hit the stream, bitches chase me
Iu2019m nicotine

ChorusAvi

Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down
Thatu2019s my dog, oh what
From the pound
Fuck around, oh aye
Gun em down, oh aye
Thatu2019s my dog, oh what
That's my dog came from the pound
Came from the pound
Came from the

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