DonDada

I got gucci on my ass
And my shirt that hoe say prada
When I'm hanging with the gang
I ain't ZO I'm the don dada
We got choppas
Bust yo mata
You ain't killing
You ain't shooting
You a bitch you don't do nada
I need me a wife
I need ranada

Hol on what
Cuz I just put perks in my cup
2 sips and my body stuck
17 I'm out of luck
Got homies inside the pin
I got homies in the coffin
Niggas trynna take my drip
But they can't even rock my robbins
Loubiton or fuckin prada
Just to show that I got options
Alien I'm out of this world
But I be shooting like marv the martian
Don't come round me that's yo caution
Make the wrong move bodies droppin
BB simon round my hip
Just to match the crystal necklace
Niggas steady trynna beef
At this point I think they jealous
Cuz they ass be actin reckless
Typing words inside my DMS
2 days later body breathless
And I do this all in Texas
Slat slat slat slat slat
Fuck with slime
I fuck with messes
I'm getting tired of this world
Or maybe that's just all my drank
Omg I need a mask
Just to hide the way I think
Drowning my stomach with the ack
My kidneys just might sink
My body getting hella skinny
So I had it in this mink.
Pour this siz up in my Fanta
Now my cup is looking pink
I be kissing on my double cup
Like my ass gotta kink
Surrounded by all this money
Like I live inside a bank
Like the car I drive a brink

I got gucci on my ass
And my shirt that hoe say prada
When I'm hanging with the gang
I ain't ZO I'm the don dada
We got choppas
Bust yo mata
You ain't killing
You ain't shooting
You a bitch you don't do nada
I need me a wife
I need ranada



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Jean
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