Dakota (feat. RICHtone)

Tell my mom she gotta wait on me cause I'm the golden child Even though I got this weight on me, I still can't throw the towel And if that bag a hundred miles away, I'm still gon' run that mile She put her head between my legs, that bitch is called a pedigree Too bad bitches is back to back, double-headed me All these racks up on my shoulder, I can't move like I'm on Ketamine If I'm Batman, then you Joker, but boy, you ain't my enemy I'm just getting bread and chicken like it's fucking Chick-fil-A I just did 24 in that stu, what you do today If I go too fast, I might mess around and break the meter I just took your bitch to third base and hit like Derek Jeter Get my doggy off that senzu, he think his ass Vegeta I just told her ass to come on through, I know her ass an eater I'm tryna get to the top for my fam and my bro and them While you sipping brewski, me and my boy, we get to pouring them In that fast car, it go too fast, no Toyota Yeah, my cup was clean, my cup was cream It look like dirty soda I put that green beam on the stick and now I feel like baby Yoda I put them diamonds on my neck and now my Neck cold like Dakota She said, Gouda 101, she said, Cayden coming Different I came different, I'm not the womb, I been Balling since the infant I can get you fah-fah, knocked off in just An instant I think it's time to hit the mall, I haven't Balled in just a minute Like it's groceries, girl, I got hella bags We get to marching it like Selma, I got hella Bands the type to blow my phone up, she the Taliban You see me shitting on these niggas, you don't understand And how I got it out the gutter F*ck your stick, boy, I got butter So many bands, that shit a clutter It's like Nike, I got checks Yo, girl, just gave me neck, this ain't Nike, I keep tec You see me balling, what the heck