Dangerous
I know these niggas be hatin'
They said I wouldn't make it
Now I got some paper
Call up my niggas, they ready to slide
Bitch all of my guys ain't makin' a statement
Young nigga stay wit' the fye, the fye, the fye, the fye
They know that I'm dangerous
He talkin' hot than a bitch
On God, on God, on God
I'm makin' him (famous)
Choppa makin' him dance, yeah
I had to run up them bands
I keep the glocky at all times
Niggas hatin', I can't take a chance, yeah
I told him hop out the car
If he finna slide, we leavin' him dead, yeah
I told him I'm poppin' off
Put that on the guys
Just stick to the plan, yeah
Nigga watch how I pull up
I'm ready to blow
If it's up wit' them niggas
They know what it is
I ain't never been hidin'
I ain't duckin' no nigga
Fuck it, it's up wit' him
Shoot at his kid
I ain't gettin' cool wit' the opps
If one of 'em die, then it's fuck it
You know what I did
Got like 32 in the Glock
If one of 'em slide, Imma up it
You know how I live
New opp pack exotic
I'm out of my body
I came out the bottom
I'm feelin' like Roddy
That nigga a bitch, and he ain't got a strap
He could prolly get whacked
For this shit in my pocket
I been takin' off on these niggas
And I don't see how Imma land
Bitch I ain't a pilot
Like we playin' golf wit' these niggas
My brodie said pass him the iron
I told him I got it
Swear these niggas knew what it was
Them niggas slid on the guys
You ain't finna slide
The fuck is you doin' wit' us?
Young nigga stay wit' the fye
We shootin' at rides
I hope you ain't using the bus
Y'all niggas ain't finna kill nothin'
Tryna slide
You know that you losin' to us, yeah
I know these niggas be hatin'
They said I wouldn't make it
Now I got some paper
Call up my niggas, they ready to slide
Bitch all of my guys ain't makin' a statement
Young nigga stay wit' the fye, the fye, the fye, the fye
They know that I'm dangerous
He talkin' hot than a bitch
On God, on God, on God
I'm makin' him (famous)
Choppa makin' him dance, yeah
I had to run up them bands
I keep the glocky at all times
Niggas hatin', I can't take a chance, yeah
I told him hop out the car
If he finna slide, we leavin' him dead, yeah
I told him I'm poppin' off
Put that on the guys
Just stick to the plan, yeah
They said I wouldn't make it
Now I got some paper
Call up my niggas, they ready to slide
Bitch all of my guys ain't makin' a statement
Young nigga stay wit' the fye, the fye, the fye, the fye
They know that I'm dangerous
He talkin' hot than a bitch
On God, on God, on God
I'm makin' him (famous)
Choppa makin' him dance, yeah
I had to run up them bands
I keep the glocky at all times
Niggas hatin', I can't take a chance, yeah
I told him hop out the car
If he finna slide, we leavin' him dead, yeah
I told him I'm poppin' off
Put that on the guys
Just stick to the plan, yeah
Nigga watch how I pull up
I'm ready to blow
If it's up wit' them niggas
They know what it is
I ain't never been hidin'
I ain't duckin' no nigga
Fuck it, it's up wit' him
Shoot at his kid
I ain't gettin' cool wit' the opps
If one of 'em die, then it's fuck it
You know what I did
Got like 32 in the Glock
If one of 'em slide, Imma up it
You know how I live
New opp pack exotic
I'm out of my body
I came out the bottom
I'm feelin' like Roddy
That nigga a bitch, and he ain't got a strap
He could prolly get whacked
For this shit in my pocket
I been takin' off on these niggas
And I don't see how Imma land
Bitch I ain't a pilot
Like we playin' golf wit' these niggas
My brodie said pass him the iron
I told him I got it
Swear these niggas knew what it was
Them niggas slid on the guys
You ain't finna slide
The fuck is you doin' wit' us?
Young nigga stay wit' the fye
We shootin' at rides
I hope you ain't using the bus
Y'all niggas ain't finna kill nothin'
Tryna slide
You know that you losin' to us, yeah
I know these niggas be hatin'
They said I wouldn't make it
Now I got some paper
Call up my niggas, they ready to slide
Bitch all of my guys ain't makin' a statement
Young nigga stay wit' the fye, the fye, the fye, the fye
They know that I'm dangerous
He talkin' hot than a bitch
On God, on God, on God
I'm makin' him (famous)
Choppa makin' him dance, yeah
I had to run up them bands
I keep the glocky at all times
Niggas hatin', I can't take a chance, yeah
I told him hop out the car
If he finna slide, we leavin' him dead, yeah
I told him I'm poppin' off
Put that on the guys
Just stick to the plan, yeah
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Writer(s): Khari Elijah Douglas
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