Dangerous
Diamonds on my neck and in my ear these vvs flossing
Let her fuck the gang she left her main to fuck with bosses
Whole gang flooded think she fucking with some dolphins
Honestly you play with me you might as well pick out a coffin
Niggas know we dangerous that there should say enough
I would never switch up on my brothers you couldn't pay enough
Jim Crow even back then these niggas couldn't hang with us
If he want smoke I'm ashing on his head turn him to angel dust
Yo bitch hit my phone at 3am like when you coming through
Ima hit maker I just rap but I ain't one of you
Devin booker all my niggas balling out here sonning you
Bitch I keep a cannon sum like Nick plus I'ma drummer too
Icy nigga plus I pulled my heart out of the cooler
I got bitches walking round the spot like they working at hooters
And my Brodie's them some kappas they been stepping just like troopers
Plus them boys been in the field they still shooting like they hoppers
I need a hundred thousand and some
Bitches say I'm handsome
Gotta wrap it up I can't give my momma a grandson
Ran it up myself don't hit my phone saying I owe shit
Shawty hit my phone talm bout I'm cheating and some more shit
Nigga dissed the gang that shit a shame now he a vegetable
Shawty she said she love me do I love her that shit questionable
Told her bring a friend let's shoot a movie they bisexual
Diamonds on my necklace made her sneeze I had to bless ya hoe
I just made a hundred in a week they think I hit the lotto
Ain't no semi auto on me bitch this stick is fully auto
Get the bitch break her heart and leave you know that's still the motto
I just got yo bitch to touch her knees ain't have to tell her swallow
Diamonds on my neck and in my ear these vvs flossing
Let her fuck the gang she left her main to fuck with bosses
Whole gang flooded think she fucking with some dolphins
Honestly you play with me you might as well pick out a coffin
Niggas know we dangerous that there should say enough
I would never switch up on my brothers you couldn't pay enough
Jim Crow even back then these niggas couldn't hang with us
If he want smoke I'm ashing on his head turn him to angel dust
Let her fuck the gang she left her main to fuck with bosses
Whole gang flooded think she fucking with some dolphins
Honestly you play with me you might as well pick out a coffin
Niggas know we dangerous that there should say enough
I would never switch up on my brothers you couldn't pay enough
Jim Crow even back then these niggas couldn't hang with us
If he want smoke I'm ashing on his head turn him to angel dust
Yo bitch hit my phone at 3am like when you coming through
Ima hit maker I just rap but I ain't one of you
Devin booker all my niggas balling out here sonning you
Bitch I keep a cannon sum like Nick plus I'ma drummer too
Icy nigga plus I pulled my heart out of the cooler
I got bitches walking round the spot like they working at hooters
And my Brodie's them some kappas they been stepping just like troopers
Plus them boys been in the field they still shooting like they hoppers
I need a hundred thousand and some
Bitches say I'm handsome
Gotta wrap it up I can't give my momma a grandson
Ran it up myself don't hit my phone saying I owe shit
Shawty hit my phone talm bout I'm cheating and some more shit
Nigga dissed the gang that shit a shame now he a vegetable
Shawty she said she love me do I love her that shit questionable
Told her bring a friend let's shoot a movie they bisexual
Diamonds on my necklace made her sneeze I had to bless ya hoe
I just made a hundred in a week they think I hit the lotto
Ain't no semi auto on me bitch this stick is fully auto
Get the bitch break her heart and leave you know that's still the motto
I just got yo bitch to touch her knees ain't have to tell her swallow
Diamonds on my neck and in my ear these vvs flossing
Let her fuck the gang she left her main to fuck with bosses
Whole gang flooded think she fucking with some dolphins
Honestly you play with me you might as well pick out a coffin
Niggas know we dangerous that there should say enough
I would never switch up on my brothers you couldn't pay enough
Jim Crow even back then these niggas couldn't hang with us
If he want smoke I'm ashing on his head turn him to angel dust
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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