Dangerous (feat. Gil)

I gotta organize my room Got too many pills, yeah I might hit you with a broom Been on my shit, yeah Your bitch thinks that I'm a groom But I only f*ck her, yeah With the car go room With the car go room F*ck with me you're getting doomed F*ck with me you're getting doomed Every night getting high Every night we're getting ready We got the sticks ready Shootin my shot curry( swish, swish ) Yeah Burberry (Burberry,Burberry,Burberry,Burberry) (I got Gil on this mathafuckin' track) Aye, aye Yeah I'm done with cap Spread rumors, what's up with that? F*ck a sneak diss, we're tit for tat Got them bending back You ain't built for that I'm lapping y'all, bitch I run a track I can taste the fresh like tic no tac Don't bark bitch, you're a pussy cat Boy who's like me? Dangerous, bitch I might be Rappers out of luck, they Pisces Y'all hypebeast, I am beast Can't catch me with those corny rappers The plenty cappers The phony yappers I'm Louis V all dappered down Don't man up with that wedding gown hoe I'm getting the green, oregano A bitch is on seen, she gotta go I stick to routine, you better know I'm flooded with ice, Eskimo Bitch don't call me baby yeah I'm kicking fucking strollers I be shaving you with rollers while I piss on your Toyota cause Bitch I'm fly as f*ck Step on your ass keep it a buck(yah) Shootin shots you better duck Search for the exit don't trust your luck (Don't trust your luck hoe, don't trust your luck) Said they want smoke hoe we coming to you Sending them shots out the Glock 22 Don't come too close cuz then ima shoot Air Jordan yeah all on my shoe I'm a playa playa yeah Cafu I got that k from OBL No one cares how you failed Talking dirty you getting nailed Go to jail I get a bail You better run before you hear the bell Making money bitch know I sell Nah hoe this ain't for sale MAB remember the name, everybody lookin' for the fame Stepped on their ass I have no shame Said that you fucked that's a fairy, tale I get that bitch from Yale I got that beef in a barrel I get that bitch from Yale I got that beef in a barrel I gotta organize my room Got too many pills yeah I might hit you with a broom Been on my shit yeah Your bitch think that I'm her groom But I only f*ck her yeah With the car go vroom With the car go vroom F*ck with me, you're getting doomed F*ck with me, you're getting doomed (F*ck with me, you're getting doomed W-W-With the car go vroom F- F- F*ck with me, you're getting doomed W-W-With the car go vroom yeah)