Dallas Star (BASS BOOSTED)

Bad hoe come with a plan nah I can't do that that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)

I pour the drank to get high my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world do what you want to do yea hope you on par

Yeah
She want to come back to the crib like oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch she drinkin' my kids like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it yeah I'm with stars

UAV got a drop up on that boy (woah)
1 more pill I take it to enjoy it
He sippin' fake drank he finna' throw up
When I buy my drank I make sure it ain' buoyant

He tryna' beef with me; I guess that is good
Yeah he think that I'm important
He tryna sell me drop I know he ain' clean
I know that boy an informant
Ya' boyfriend a chameleon he sippin' on green (green)
I'm sippin' purp for performance (purp)
Damn hoe I got these rack they ain' for ya Shein
Get ya bag up in motion (ha)
I'm with JD; he pourin' that yellow no green
I'm mixing up that potion (yeah yeah)
She ain' ever gon' believe what I had seen (I had seen)
I done seen some hoe shit

Take em' to the cemetery take em' to the Haunted Mound
Hop in AMG Mercedes blow a hunnid' rounds
Choppa sing like Katy Perry aim it at his crown
Blow on the za out the pound on the daily puffin' out the brown

Bae want to fuck in the back of the Rolls Royce truck
Yeah
Brand new bills I'm having difficulty countin' all these racks
They getting stuck
I'm in the back of the double R with a slut
She off a perc yeah she getting fucked up
Freaky ass hoe in the back of the Uber truck
All of us sticked up driver got the Ruger tucked

Bad hoe come with a plan nah I can't do that that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)

I pour the drank to get high my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world do what you want to do yea hope you on par

Yeah
She want to come back to the crib like oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch she drinkin' my kids like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it yeah I'm with stars



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Writer(s): Luh Wocki
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