The Dash
Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas
Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back
Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us
That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah)
Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick
Tell a n-, "Bitchless life" because she know Lil' Loaded lit (aha)
In this b-, gettin' excited when they know I'm in the city
I like 'em brown with the lil' body busting heavy on a pre
When I was younger, I ain't have it but I found the way to get it
Now is bands to the left (what?) And it's bands to the right (yeah)
I remember hittin' licks from sun up 'til the night
N- know that I could fight he running up I take his life (yeah)
Gon' kill 'em, (gon' kill' em)
Gon' kill 'em, sparked at a party gotta hit 'em
This a Drac, this a cutter, slanging chops from a distance
When I lick this bitch rain, they gon' think I shot a missile
I'm turnt for dead homies, walk without all the lead on me
Knew that nigga since a kid but that boy turned fed on me (snitch)
I'ma knock his head off, bullets get to spraying off
What you mean? What you said? N- get to playin' off
Big Glock and yo, my leg get n- neck talking (pow)
In the stu' hella bread, hella bands on them gangs
And I'm yelling out, "Crip" every song that's what I bang
And I'm yelling, "Free my brother" 'cause he locked up in 'em chains
That n- stay solid, he ain't never told no names
Me and him are parked and solo, we asleep up in the rain
Now I'm rich and n- hatin', crazy how the things have changed
Tell that n-, "Come home", on the gang he gon' be famous
I bet him 100K he gon' make it, man he gon' take it
Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas
Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back
Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us
That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah)
Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick
Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back
Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us
That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah)
Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick
Tell a n-, "Bitchless life" because she know Lil' Loaded lit (aha)
In this b-, gettin' excited when they know I'm in the city
I like 'em brown with the lil' body busting heavy on a pre
When I was younger, I ain't have it but I found the way to get it
Now is bands to the left (what?) And it's bands to the right (yeah)
I remember hittin' licks from sun up 'til the night
N- know that I could fight he running up I take his life (yeah)
Gon' kill 'em, (gon' kill' em)
Gon' kill 'em, sparked at a party gotta hit 'em
This a Drac, this a cutter, slanging chops from a distance
When I lick this bitch rain, they gon' think I shot a missile
I'm turnt for dead homies, walk without all the lead on me
Knew that nigga since a kid but that boy turned fed on me (snitch)
I'ma knock his head off, bullets get to spraying off
What you mean? What you said? N- get to playin' off
Big Glock and yo, my leg get n- neck talking (pow)
In the stu' hella bread, hella bands on them gangs
And I'm yelling out, "Crip" every song that's what I bang
And I'm yelling, "Free my brother" 'cause he locked up in 'em chains
That n- stay solid, he ain't never told no names
Me and him are parked and solo, we asleep up in the rain
Now I'm rich and n- hatin', crazy how the things have changed
Tell that n-, "Come home", on the gang he gon' be famous
I bet him 100K he gon' make it, man he gon' take it
Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas
Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back
Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us
That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah)
Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick
Credits
Writer(s): Manyang Kual, Dashawn Robertson
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