I like to Dress

Woooooooooahhh Yeah, yeah Dàesha G.O.AT Remember the motherfuckin' name I really buck at a bitch Just to see if that hoe flinch Put my clip in my Glock And then my bullets get revenged Can't show no mercy to these bitches Cause the G don't make friends Big lone wolf I done killed with these hands I really dress Yes, they say that I'm the best Mrs. put that shit on And I wear all my clothes in red Now baby I ain't no gangster But I said what I said And my right hand kinda crazy Take a oath, kill the dead Pull the bullet through his head Talk to God and let the angels know The send his ass to hell Wit his family where they dead Gone I'm a street survivor Don't bring a fist to no gunfight See that there just ain't nice See damn, they done lost a good night Got my own castle Bitch, I'm livin' up right No time for toxic blood Cause I only bleed when they get close Toxic waste I switched out some lines With the dead for some better days Bitches really hatin Cause they hate how I live Got a rapist for a husband Now that's some way to live Don't let me say how I feel I'll put the line in the deal I really say, I really say Yeah, look, I really dressed Yes, they say that I'm the best Mrs. put that shit on And I wear all my clothes in red Now baby I ain't no gangster But I said what I said And my right hand kinda crazy Take a oath, kill the dead Bitch, I said what I said Tell me how you feel If you really wanna step for something Step all in the field Got my bullets ready for you They shootin' at your team Put all the niggas down They heven fit for a dream Like tic, tac, paddy wag Tell me how you fold If you really wanna f*ck with me Then I'ma have a 4 I can pull up with a 12 On me military too Cause they know that I get down And they just know what I do I like to dress Yes, they say that I'm the best Mrs. put that shit on And I wear all my clothes in red Now baby I ain't no gangster But I said what I said And my right hand kinda crazy Take a oath, kill the dead Put a bullet through his head Talk to God and tell the angels Send his ass straight to hell Where he bout it And anybody ever want smoke They can solve it Takin' all the problems And this bitches ain't causin' what It's givin' bad bitch It's givin' savage It's givin' classic Elegant nasty I know this ass sittin' fat He ain't ready Put this pussy on the card Call it debit Yeah Uh, what Uh, what What, what What, what What, what Ay, ay Yeah, what Go, go, go I like to dress Yes They said that I'm the best Put that shit on And I wear all my shit in red Now baby I ain't no gangster But I said what I said And my right hand kinda crazy Take a oath, kill the dead Uh, huh, yeah Better recognize, mothafucka Real suburban street gangsta shit, f*ck nigga Ah, lame ass, f*ck ass nigga Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay What, oh, uh, uh