Dankwood
(Aye, Yvng Swift and Tahmond, bitch
I might go fuck on your mom, bitch
She said that my dick game is strong, bitch)
(My shit on five percent)
(Got a DankWood right on my lap, fucked your bitch in the back of the trap, on God)
Squabble little nigga I buss if you team up
Leaking your homies they gone need a clean up
You want my jewels then my chopper it shoot Then I'm watching the news with a blunt And my feet up
Juss squabble little nigga I don't want to text
I beat up that nigga then asking who next
I found his domain he got bread make it rain and I'm taking his chain that's the last time He flexed
Tony Stark nigga I'm fly in my suit
You hesitate flocking I give you the boot
I'm taking your bread nigga you cannot shoot
It's a money plot nigga I am in route
Need heat in your phone nigga link in my bio
Put dick in your bitch yea the pussy on hydro
I'm chasing that bag nigga I'll run a mile
Your bitch don't want you cause your dick is on micro
I get off with pack like its Mario cart, daisy
Fiend for the check and go pick it up, daily
You get them drunk just to get a nut, brazy
Slide on your block just to shake it up, Haiti
Squabble little nigga I buss if you team up
Leaking your homies they gone need a clean up
You want my jewels then my chopper it shoot Then I'm watching the news with a blunt And my feet up
Yea me and Tahmond we be killing it
While you and your mama just listening
Pushing weight in the silence I'm diligent
You be talking that shit while your whispering
Why you wearing that Louie you broke though
Making money to buy what I hope for
Faded chain on your neck that's a no-no
My shit twenty-four karat no rose gold
Don't say you a plug I'll pull up on your map take your shit ain't no getting it back
Now you doubling back just to get it back if you was doing it right you would keep a Strap
I'm eighteen now bitch I don't give a damn
I'm the boss of my shit fuck a middle man
I be selling weed after shows to the fans
Call it money I'm money like Eminem
I'm knocking them down when they dropping them pins like its bowling
All my teachers they know I be smoking
Light a blunt when I walk and I'm potent
Windows closed I ain't keeping them open
Sell a sack I like reefah, I blow it
Got your girl asking me where the dope is
Said she want it for free I'm like no bitch
Got to keep on the low what your hoe did
(Ahh)
I might go fuck on your mom, bitch
She said that my dick game is strong, bitch)
(My shit on five percent)
(Got a DankWood right on my lap, fucked your bitch in the back of the trap, on God)
Squabble little nigga I buss if you team up
Leaking your homies they gone need a clean up
You want my jewels then my chopper it shoot Then I'm watching the news with a blunt And my feet up
Juss squabble little nigga I don't want to text
I beat up that nigga then asking who next
I found his domain he got bread make it rain and I'm taking his chain that's the last time He flexed
Tony Stark nigga I'm fly in my suit
You hesitate flocking I give you the boot
I'm taking your bread nigga you cannot shoot
It's a money plot nigga I am in route
Need heat in your phone nigga link in my bio
Put dick in your bitch yea the pussy on hydro
I'm chasing that bag nigga I'll run a mile
Your bitch don't want you cause your dick is on micro
I get off with pack like its Mario cart, daisy
Fiend for the check and go pick it up, daily
You get them drunk just to get a nut, brazy
Slide on your block just to shake it up, Haiti
Squabble little nigga I buss if you team up
Leaking your homies they gone need a clean up
You want my jewels then my chopper it shoot Then I'm watching the news with a blunt And my feet up
Yea me and Tahmond we be killing it
While you and your mama just listening
Pushing weight in the silence I'm diligent
You be talking that shit while your whispering
Why you wearing that Louie you broke though
Making money to buy what I hope for
Faded chain on your neck that's a no-no
My shit twenty-four karat no rose gold
Don't say you a plug I'll pull up on your map take your shit ain't no getting it back
Now you doubling back just to get it back if you was doing it right you would keep a Strap
I'm eighteen now bitch I don't give a damn
I'm the boss of my shit fuck a middle man
I be selling weed after shows to the fans
Call it money I'm money like Eminem
I'm knocking them down when they dropping them pins like its bowling
All my teachers they know I be smoking
Light a blunt when I walk and I'm potent
Windows closed I ain't keeping them open
Sell a sack I like reefah, I blow it
Got your girl asking me where the dope is
Said she want it for free I'm like no bitch
Got to keep on the low what your hoe did
(Ahh)
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Writer(s): Aaron Howard
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