Dash
Huh, yuh, aye, aye yuh aye
Do the dash in it yeah, yeah they bad
Yeah they bad, yeah they bad, yeah
Bad bitches lick me ain't no cap in it man I don't cap (I don't cap)
I don't cap I don't cap, yeah aye
She a fan, aye
Groupie bitch I fucked her who's her man aye, yuh aye
She a fan, ooh
Groupie bitch I took her from her man, ooh yeah aye
Now they mad, aye
Mad cuz I'm making all these tracks, ooh, yuh aye
Now they mad, aye
Yeah I found this beat they I snapped, aye yuh aye
Yeah I snapped (Ooh)
Yeah I snapped (Ooh ooh, yeah aye)
Yeah I snapped (Ooh)
Yeah I found this beat then I motherfucking snapped, aye
I'm with hoes already (Haha)
When I hit it slide like I'm wise and I'm penny
Yeah I drank all this henny
She pick it all up, she a fine bitch innit
Fine bitch innit she a fine bitch innit, uh
Pussy so wet that I need a raincoat, uh
Let me hit it slide, cuz I keep it on the low, uh
Bitches be so bad so I keep em on my phone, yuh
Bitches be so bad so I keep em on my phone, uh
Do the dash in it yeah, yeah they bad
Yeah they bad, yeah they bad, yeah
Bad bitches lick me ain't no cap in it man I don't cap (I don't cap)
I don't cap I don't cap, yeah aye
She a fan, aye
Groupie bitch I fucked her who's her man aye yuh, aye
She a fan, ooh
Groupie bitch I took her from her man, ooh yeah aye
We fucking on some hoes, finna switch'em like my clothes
If po asking bout my bros, I'mma say that I don't know
Bitches know I'm switching flows, flawless bitch I got no flaws
Now you see me rocking gold, finna mix it with some stone uh
Feeling like a zombie, bitch I'm braindead
When I hit a bitch I'm high or faded
Talking bout drama bitch just save it
Don't do drama bitch I made it
Made it to the top, made it further, ain't enough
Murdered everyone, every beat I heard I got
Made a rapper let him up, then I made him swallow blood
Cuz these rappers just for fun, let'em know there's just one God
My shoes are flexing I got ice on my sock (Ice ice)
Rollie with no numbers but I still know the clock
Yeah they know I got bars, they don't wait for the drop
Lil' bitch Curli he can't rap, he gon turn into a flop (Fuck Curli)
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh aye
Shoutout Seba, aye
Do the dash in it yeah, yeah they bad
Yeah they bad, yeah they bad, yeah
Bad bitches lick me ain't no cap in it man I don't cap (I don't cap)
I don't cap I don't cap, yeah aye
She a fan, aye
Groupie bitch I fucked her who's her man aye, yuh aye
She a fan, ooh
Groupie bitch I took her from her man, ooh yeah aye
Now they mad, aye
Mad cuz I'm making all these tracks, ooh, yuh aye
Now they mad, aye
Yeah I found this beat they I snapped, aye yuh aye
Yeah I snapped (Ooh)
Yeah I snapped (Ooh ooh, yeah aye)
Yeah I snapped (Ooh)
Yeah I found this beat then I motherfucking snapped, aye
I'm with hoes already (Haha)
When I hit it slide like I'm wise and I'm penny
Yeah I drank all this henny
She pick it all up, she a fine bitch innit
Fine bitch innit she a fine bitch innit, uh
Pussy so wet that I need a raincoat, uh
Let me hit it slide, cuz I keep it on the low, uh
Bitches be so bad so I keep em on my phone, yuh
Bitches be so bad so I keep em on my phone, uh
Do the dash in it yeah, yeah they bad
Yeah they bad, yeah they bad, yeah
Bad bitches lick me ain't no cap in it man I don't cap (I don't cap)
I don't cap I don't cap, yeah aye
She a fan, aye
Groupie bitch I fucked her who's her man aye yuh, aye
She a fan, ooh
Groupie bitch I took her from her man, ooh yeah aye
We fucking on some hoes, finna switch'em like my clothes
If po asking bout my bros, I'mma say that I don't know
Bitches know I'm switching flows, flawless bitch I got no flaws
Now you see me rocking gold, finna mix it with some stone uh
Feeling like a zombie, bitch I'm braindead
When I hit a bitch I'm high or faded
Talking bout drama bitch just save it
Don't do drama bitch I made it
Made it to the top, made it further, ain't enough
Murdered everyone, every beat I heard I got
Made a rapper let him up, then I made him swallow blood
Cuz these rappers just for fun, let'em know there's just one God
My shoes are flexing I got ice on my sock (Ice ice)
Rollie with no numbers but I still know the clock
Yeah they know I got bars, they don't wait for the drop
Lil' bitch Curli he can't rap, he gon turn into a flop (Fuck Curli)
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh aye
Shoutout Seba, aye
Credits
Writer(s): Ali Al Dieri
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