Dash

Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed
Let a nigga make a move
He run up, he get wacked
Lay him on the pavement flat
Then we do the fuckin dash
Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack
Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that
I rather fuck with a snake
Because a snake gone kill a rat
But I ain't even trippin
Cause I set the perfect trap
I either line that nigga up
Or ill stab him in the back
It's a wrap

Yea
These niggas just be for the internet
Didn't old boy take yo chain
Then why you ain't go get it yet
Boy you just a feline
Honestly you just a puddy cat
You not really with the shits
You is not gone buss the gat
Choppa left the nigga with some rips and holes In his flesh
Now his momma on the floor she cryin, It's sad she distressed
Strappin his bitch with his R.I.P tee shirt around her neck
With all due respect, now she stalkin me I think she obsessed
I got BPD, you never know what I might do next
I might fuck you good today
But after that to me you dead
Now she Post traumatic, PTSD I fucked up her head
She try to have my heart, but I warned her that it wasn't there

Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed
Let a nigga make a move
He run up, he get wacked
Lay him on the pavement flat
Then we do the fuckin dash
Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack
Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that
I rather fuck with a snake
Because a snake gone kill a rat
But I ain't even trippin
Cause I set the perfect trap
I either line that nigga up
Or ill stab him in the back
It's a wrap

Yea
This nigga better just relax
Somebody get this baby some god damn Similac
How ima bitch, but I got more than you, pick up yo slack
Always keep shit 100 never need no pill for that
Mess with one of mine fuck around
Get killed for that
Only smokin on exotic
Gotta be concealed and packed
That shit that y'all smoking on ain't real flavors that shit act
I mean what I say, you damn right that I hold on to the past
He Thought shit was sweet
But once again boy we gone meet
Kept my ear to the street found out where he be
Two suspects on the news that
Committed an attack
Nobody in custody
The assailants wore a mask

Smoking on these cookies and these truffles, bitch I'm gassed
Let a nigga make a move
He run up, he get wacked
Lay him on the pavement flat
Then we do the fuckin dash
Loyalty mean everything, me and ma niggas made a pack
Snitchin not a option we would rather do our time for that
I rather fuck with a snake
Because a snake gone kill a rat
But I ain't even trippin
Cause I set the perfect trap
I either line that nigga up
Or ill stab him in the back
It's a wrap
Do the dash



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Writer(s): Rashida Vega
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