DasTuff!

Been known to drop a bitch off like I'm Luka
Pass it to my Shoota
Aim for his medulla
We ain't playin Call of Duty
It's attachments on the barrel
Attachments on the clip
Oh you funny, Will Ferrell
Always talkin out your lips
You would think I'm paraplegic, how I keep it on my hip
You would think the way I'm speedin that I wanna crash the whip
I don't wanna die today, but I might fuckin' die today
Every time I drop a song, it's like a fuckin' holiday
Every time you drop a song, I listen, it is not okay
You still hung up on a bitch, yeah, the one that got away

Boy, that's tough
250 for the sneakers
Boy, that's tough
And 250 for a feature
Boy, that's tough
Turn the shit up in speakers
Boy, that's tough
I turned a bitch into a tweaker

Push a button on the dash, this bitch blast off in an instant
You can't see inside 5% the windows tinted
Blood up on the bottom of my shoes these is Christian
Louboutin steppin I ain't talkin' the religion
I won't chase a hoe
That ain't never been my interest
Smile, shining gold
Yeah, I gotta thank my dentist
All I drop is hits
Yeah, I guess that's why they flinchin
His whole damn style swear he got it off of Pinterest, whoa
Can't pick which one I want I had to eenie, miney, moe
Left him frozen when I upped it cuz he know I let it go
I'm the coldest motherfucker swear that I can make it snow
I'm the coldest motherfucker, I just had to let you know

250 for the sneakers
Boy, that's tough
And 250 for a feature
Boy, that's tough
Turn the shit up in speakers
Boy, that's tough
I turned a bitch into a tweaker
Boy, that's tough



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Writer(s): Grant Sanger
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