CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dash
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 sh*t, leave it in the past
Pray I don’t bring the demon out, and sh*t 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
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 sh*t, leave it in the past
Pray I don’t bring the demon out, and sh*t 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
