Dusa (feat. Kevin Gates)
Just stay the fuck out of my way
That's all I think of
Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit
Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick
Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss
Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch
Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit
Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch
Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix
They all really don't think I'm giving you them bricks, you heard me?
Fuck 'em
They already gon' think that I turned your light on
The other way you heard on me
They gon' be like ooh that bitch I ain't shinin'
The guy's got him turned up on shook
Can't call a squad with my agent caught with no fentanyl
I live candid mizzi' you flinch and I blow your shit off
Big Dusa pull up on me, I drop him on and me get none
Backend readjustment, a hundred bricks on my sin now
You ain't check your bumper
That tracker filth ain't click off, I don't play hotels
Dicker Donald drop your lil' bitch off
Law suits come with this, this ain't for those who got a weak heart
New business span a nation business, I just took the week off
I just fell back in the trenches with them birds for the low
They say, "Let's smoke then we gon' go", we bring them choppers to they door
I do my diddy with that fifty, ain't a question, I'ma blow
You see that beaming in my eyes nigga, it's how I'ma siding
It's the murder man traumatised, we gon' sling that five nigga
I'm all up to wonder what that chopper tryna slide in
They got blood on that money, bitch I still wanna creep and crawl
Bitch I been a dog, I set it off
New Queen Latifah
Death before dishonor yeah, baby court go grab 'em
Haters, we get even with them bitches and they know we do
Still I dress up like Beetlejuice until my ass get realer
Say the day, didn't leave me alone (dog)
When on a hotter day, I slaughter you
Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit
Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick
Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss
Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch
Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit
Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch
Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix
That's all I think of
Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit
Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick
Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss
Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch
Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit
Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch
Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix
They all really don't think I'm giving you them bricks, you heard me?
Fuck 'em
They already gon' think that I turned your light on
The other way you heard on me
They gon' be like ooh that bitch I ain't shinin'
The guy's got him turned up on shook
Can't call a squad with my agent caught with no fentanyl
I live candid mizzi' you flinch and I blow your shit off
Big Dusa pull up on me, I drop him on and me get none
Backend readjustment, a hundred bricks on my sin now
You ain't check your bumper
That tracker filth ain't click off, I don't play hotels
Dicker Donald drop your lil' bitch off
Law suits come with this, this ain't for those who got a weak heart
New business span a nation business, I just took the week off
I just fell back in the trenches with them birds for the low
They say, "Let's smoke then we gon' go", we bring them choppers to they door
I do my diddy with that fifty, ain't a question, I'ma blow
You see that beaming in my eyes nigga, it's how I'ma siding
It's the murder man traumatised, we gon' sling that five nigga
I'm all up to wonder what that chopper tryna slide in
They got blood on that money, bitch I still wanna creep and crawl
Bitch I been a dog, I set it off
New Queen Latifah
Death before dishonor yeah, baby court go grab 'em
Haters, we get even with them bitches and they know we do
Still I dress up like Beetlejuice until my ass get realer
Say the day, didn't leave me alone (dog)
When on a hotter day, I slaughter you
Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit
Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick
Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss
Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch
Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit
Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist
Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch
Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Kevin Gilyard
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