Dash

Lyrics

Can't even take my pants off, baby make it fast Soon as I feel my legs lock it's time to do the dash In the streets, still praying that I don't go crash But it be hard cuz my n****, don't know how to act Everybody tough on IG, see you for real and blast And they telling, get to dropping dimes; Steve Nash I already did that shit, leave it in the past Pray I don't bring the demon out, and shit gon' get tragic You lil' n****s really lame, acting cutthroat Everybody cutthroat, 'till it's gunsmoke I'm tryna finger-f*** the trigeer, now my s*** broke You shot a hundred rounds and ain't hit, what your gun for? N*gga ain't no shooter, we gon' call him Rajon Rondo Spinning through your corner, fight up in the Tahoe Only thing worse than a thot, is a dumb hoe Call me trash bag legend, I'm a dump bro Go tell all your lil n****s I ain't scared of your folks You should know that though, fire up, inferno That n**** die slow, roll you up like some dope Say my name five times like Candyman, I'm at your door I guess you a tough guy, call that boy a G.I. Joe VS, this ain't S.I bro, I'm high as the sky bro And that rap s***, n**** you need to give it up .762, hit that boy, he ain't getting up Drank it raw, hell nah I don't need a cup Boy playing with double S, that ain't smart bruh N**** playing with this s***, you know you gon' lose Better tell your momma, write it down, leave some clues Can't even take my pants off, baby make it fast Soon as I feel my legs lock it's time to do the dash In the streets, still praying that I don't go crash But it be hard cuz my n****, don't know how to act Everybody tough on IG, see you for real and blast And they telling, get to dropping dimes; Steve Nash I already did that shit, leave it in the past Pray I don't bring the demon out, and shit gon' get tragic You lil' n****s really lame, acting cutthroat Everybody cutthroat, 'till it's gunsmoke I'm tryna finger-f*** the trigeer, now my s*** broke