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Letra : Dash!

When I was in school, and them b*t*hes was hating, I just hit the lick til I got out
And now I'm the demon that's f**king they b*t*h in they bed while little shorty put top down
And if he want a problem then I'm with the static, this chopper might leave him in shock now
I don't even know your little b*t*h, she just want me to hit cause my d**k leave her knocked out
I told that little b*t*h to come suck on my d**k so she picked that sh*t up and said (*slurp*)
Cause shorty a freak and she just like my Glock, every day is a chance for the squirt
I can't even bе friends with you pussies, if I need a shooter you ain't put in work
You just bring mе questions like "Why should I do it?" Cause you could be next to get murked
Glocky-18 with a burst
Squeeze this sh*t once it kill 30
You gon need more than a shirt
These rhymes have big armor like curtains
Surrounded by nerds and I don't get this sh*t
Cause I can't even rap, they try to diss my sh*t
If you wanna get busy then b*t*h I'm with the sh*ts
Put me on a track and imma kill your sh*ts
Cause this a rap
Y'all claim you snapped, I get mad, y'all just cap
If I get the beat imma spaz, hold me back
Y'all rapping fast and it's trash, thats a fact
If I do the dash I subtract, do the math

I caught him fresh off the rip
I start to dump it, he think I'm reloading, he peeking like I ain't got ten in the clip
Your b*t*h a thot, she gon jump off a cliff, do a flip, she gon land on my d**k with a split
n***a my [?] been leaked alot, pull it, it's knocking your heart out your chest when it hit
We got a whole lotta racks, and a whole lotta guns, with a whole lotta ammo
We put in work, but we move in the shadows
Came back with a vengeance, I'm snapping like Thanos
n***a we got a whole lotta bands and a whole lotta keys, I ain't talking pianos
I stay with my team, we be moving in camo
We wait for your ass then we shooting like Ranbo
My aim is perfect
Please don't mess with the gang, it ain't worth it
All these n***as be broke and be mad at the world
All these n***as be mad at the wrong person
You n***as trash and it's time for a change
Cause whatever you doing is not working
All you n***as be hating but stay on my page
Boy that ain't a good look, you should stop lurking
Glock on my hip and I squeeze it
pu**y n***a, don't give me a reason
I heard that boy was talking, we had to come see him
We bag him and send him to Jesus
He gon be out for the season
Intuition said he wasn't needed
Bet I'm leaving him leaking
He f**k with the gang, but they finding his ass in some pieces