Dash

200 on the dash
Tunnel vision for a bag, we chasin cash
Never beef wit us, King Tut he holdin straps
You think i'm playin, he send shots right at yo back
Sh-she like me for swag
I treat her like a queen, she start to call me dad
Shorty bad
I roll it up, she throw it back
I 'm blowin up, these bitches calling
Shorty mad

Oh well
I won't support no kiss and tell
If you not 100, shorty wish me well
I almost fell
Had use cards i was dealt
I ran it up, now i got loui on my belt
Hold up (pour up)
Mixin' lean with the soda
Always reppin 5 we not throwin no 4's up
Don't hit my line if we not talking bout numba's
Use to move the work myself, now i got runners

200 on the dash
Tunnel vision for a bag, we chasin cash
Never beef wit us, King Tut he holdin straps
You think i'm playin, he send shots right at yo back
Sh-she like me for swag
I treat her like a queen, she start to call me dad
Shorty bad
I roll it up, she throw it back
I 'm blowin up, these bitches calling
Shorty mad



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Writer(s): Louis
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