Dash

Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed Let a nigga make a move He run up, he get wacked Lay him on the pavement flat Then we do the fuckin dash Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that I rather f*ck with a snake Because a snake gone kill a rat But I ain't even trippin Cause I set the perfect trap I either line that nigga up Or ill stab him in the back It's a wrap Yea These niggas just be for the internet Didn't old boy take yo chain Then why you ain't go get it yet Boy you just a feline Honestly you just a puddy cat You not really with the shits You is not gone buss the gat Choppa left the nigga with some rips and holes In his flesh Now his momma on the floor she cryin, It's sad she distressed Strappin his bitch with his R.I.P tee shirt around her neck With all due respect, now she stalkin me I think she obsessed I got BPD, you never know what I might do next I might f*ck you good today But after that to me you dead Now she Post traumatic, PTSD I fucked up her head She try to have my heart, but I warned her that it wasn't there Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed Let a nigga make a move He run up, he get wacked Lay him on the pavement flat Then we do the fuckin dash Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that I rather f*ck with a snake Because a snake gone kill a rat But I ain't even trippin Cause I set the perfect trap I either line that nigga up Or ill stab him in the back It's a wrap Yea This nigga better just relax Somebody get this baby some god damn Similac How ima bitch, but I got more than you, pick up yo slack Always keep shit 100 never need no pill for that Mess with one of mine f*ck around Get killed for that Only smokin on exotic Gotta be concealed and packed That shit that y'all smoking on ain't real flavors that shit act I mean what I say, you damn right that I hold on to the past He Thought shit was sweet But once again boy we gone meet Kept my ear to the street found out where he be Two suspects on the news that Committed an attack Nobody in custody The assailants wore a mask Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed Let a nigga make a move He run up, he get wacked Lay him on the pavement flat Then we do the fuckin dash Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that I rather f*ck with a snake Because a snake gone kill a rat But I ain't even trippin Cause I set the perfect trap I either line that nigga up Or ill stab him in the back It's a wrap Do the dash