Door Dash

Aye nigga hold it to his head
He move blow his ass
Hit the stash, thought we was he food through the door we dash
Know its bad, how these niggas rob me wit a covid mask
No protection, how you in the field without yo shoulder pads
My bro get mad, he just finna smokem like he know he gas
Fuck it crash, he might try to get us so He up n blast
Extended mags, laser on the stick but we aint playing tag
This that Pandemic bag
Spend that money slow but bitch we make it fast
Hit his heart make em skip a beat like he a instrumental
Pistol whip em, Glock all in his teeth im trynna check ya dental
M-16, ever seen that shit when fully disassembled
Dog a nigga shoulda never let this k-9 out the kennel
Broad day or catch his ass at night like he was jimmy kimmel
They wanna getem bro aint thinking straight he trynna spin the rental
Play it simple, camp out at his spot until they send that signal
You know my temple, take sum from me bitch we get it back in menstral
I aint never popped a pill but my bitch got some perky tits
Only time he on a drill is when that boy at work n shit
Them bullets coming back to back its like we trynna rehearse the hit
Had to shoot it out my lap the nina started twerking shit
This shit is fun, i should wear a helmet i be going dumb
One on one do him like his daddy i should call em son
She know the drill meat go on the grill, then go in ya bunz
I Vacuum sealed up the shitty deal but ima call it runtz
You know its cap, Gotta tell a story just to call it rap
Fuck it trap, this what niggas want then i got all the straps
All the gats, quick to turn a party to a party pack
How hard is that, Put dat boy inside the dirt like artifact
Send shit to my phone, leaving it all read
We cannot talk lil bitch you can just call ted
Clip little bill, filled up with bald heads
His friends lil uzi's, we left them all dead
Hop on the beat n I swear i see all red
My niggas handle they own they dont call feds
Put niggas to sleep, i swear i see all beds
She pullup gave me the neck like a small dread
Aye nigga hold it to his head
He move blow his ass
Hit the stash, thought we was he food through the door we dash
Know its bad, how these niggas rob me wit a covid mask
No protection, how you in the field without yo shoulder pads
My bro get mad, he just finna smokem like he know he gas
Fuck it crash, he might try to get us so He up n blast
Extended mags, laser on the stick but we aint playing tag
This that Pandemic bag
Spend that money slow but bitch we make it fast



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Writer(s): Dajee Johnson
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