My Dawg by Moeski
Toronto Music Archive
Moeski’s latest release titled “MY DAWG” is another banger in Moeski’s discography. Moeski is showcasing himself more and more in every track. He gets more mainstream sounding by the day and this one is no exception. The high energy and confidence of Moeski are what make the track so powerful. The instrumentals and go hand and hand with Moeski and create this feeling of rising, it builds emotional tension that is further lifted by the lyrics and vocal range of Moeski. This is a direction I feel Moeski will prosper in the most and it feels genuine and pure. Can’t wait to see what he does next and what he releases next.
Written by Maxim Bayarsky
Lyrics
[Chorus: Moeski]
It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
[Verse: Moeski]
Gotta stick up, stick up if I'm selling to a random
He get lit up, lit up, he get lit up like a candle
Still got the baddest bitches commando
Boujee bitch, YSL still written on her sandal
Know a couple pussies plotting on me but they know what's up
I can't trust a hoe, on the gang I'm never folding up
Double cup, High Tek what I'm pourin' up
Big spender, Bordens what I'm throwing up
Thumbin' through these hundred I can't fold 'em up
And she held it down, when I was going up
Think they on to me, I've been scamming, I just loaded up
I don't feel the pressure, but my left wrist really frozen up
Dropping my location, with the gang is where I'm posted up
[Chorus: Moeski]
It was me and my dawg
Plotting up a scheme
Shooting at the opps
They keep shooting at their screens
I can't let you get too close
Glock came with a beam
These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em
End with 'em
Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em
Stand with 'em
Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh
Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh
Not around enough to be your man hoe
written by Maxim bayarsky
