Hit the Dash

Damn, Donny made this Paid a thousand for my fit, bitch this drip insane Hit the dash in the SRT, I'm switching lanes Flexing cash when I walk through, had yo bitch amazed I don't know why lil' bro trying to rap, he ain't got shit to say You might get some bags but I get more, at a faster pace Why the f*ck you talking about blicks, you ain't got a strap to spray Bro was talking crazy, went out like a bitch, yeah, it's sad to say Ain't no snapback or no fitted, ain't no cap today Hold on I, need a couple thousand just to walk through Finna block yo number ain't no lames that I talk to I ain't even get lil' bro whacked yet but I ought to I really f*ck with lencis so I copped two I might drop 50 or 100 then I drop you The crowd don't move when you perform, we make the spot move Why the f*ck you talking, asking questions like the cops do Why the f*ck I chase this bag, 'cause I got to How the f*ck I make yo salary in two weeks, bitch you thirty three Bitch I kill any fucking beat first, second, third degree Yo bitch is my number one fan, how you ain't heard of me I blow my racks fast 'cause saving 'em really burden me In this fucking Track, hit the gas then I burn the streets Lil bro just snapped I said bet it's my turn to eat I'ma beat the case, give a f*ck 'bout the attorney fee He be talking shit but he a pussy, it don't worry me Bitch I just stay focused, eyes open like it burns to blink Bro got mud up in his cup, yeah, he sipping a dirty drink Lil' bro is a motherfucking fiend, popping like thirty pinks Bitch I got the drip, don't let it drain like a sturdy sink Hold on, I might take a motherfucking plane out to Dubai I don't f*ck with you 'cause you a lame and you lie Bitch I'ma blow up and get the fame in due time Play about my money or my gang then you die Play about my fucking gang you a dumbass Why the f*ck you talking about cash, you don't touch racks Lil' bro said he more up than me but that's such cap Bitch I eat beats everyday and I won't cut back That bitch is a thot and she lying, why you cuff that If you need a verse need couple hundred, shit, plus tax Bitch I done made a fucking killing off of drum taps Chop make his lil' ass do the dash, make him run laps Why I'm gon' get that bag, 'cause I'm determined I had a SRT before I had a permit New tires on the SRT, I'm finna burn it Bitch we bring the heat, got me feeling like a furnace Bitch I spend at least a couple thousand when I purchase If you need fire on a feature, I'm at your service Copped the SRT, couple years I'll need a Urus Opportunity to get that bag, I run to it, I ain't nervous He be nervous as hell, I heard his palms sweaty 18, finna touch a hundred, yeah, already Y'all soft as hell, yeah, y'all the ones we call teddy Bitch I'm eating gourmet food whenever Paul ready Bro a chef in the kitchen, other bro chef with the beats A+ all days if it's a test, I complete Bro only aiming for the head so vest obsolete They taking shit under they breath, they all opps to me Bitch I know I'm at my best, ain't no stopping me Why this hoe trying to kick it with me, ain't the soccer team Bitch got good brain like she the daughter of Socrates Bitch I touch paper all day, like I'm chopping trees I always talk shit, if you my opp you better off blocking me Bout to get hella rich then ima cop some properties You finally hit ten racks, that shit ain't a lot to me I just hit Somerset, we going on a shopping spree