Dusa (feat. Kevin Gates)

Just stay the fuck out of my way That's all I think of Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix They all really don't think I'm giving you them bricks, you heard me? Fuck 'em They already gon' think that I turned your light on The other way you heard on me They gon' be like ooh that bitch I ain't shinin' The guy's got him turned up on shook Can't call a squad with my agent caught with no fentanyl I live candid mizzi' you flinch and I blow your shit off Big Dusa pull up on me, I drop him on and me get none Backend readjustment, a hundred bricks on my sin now You ain't check your bumper That tracker filth ain't click off, I don't play hotels Dicker Donald drop your lil' bitch off Law suits come with this, this ain't for those who got a weak heart New business span a nation business, I just took the week off I just fell back in the trenches with them birds for the low They say, "Let's smoke then we gon' go", we bring them choppers to they door I do my diddy with that fifty, ain't a question, I'ma blow You see that beaming in my eyes nigga, it's how I'ma siding It's the murder man traumatised, we gon' sling that five nigga I'm all up to wonder what that chopper tryna slide in They got blood on that money, bitch I still wanna creep and crawl Bitch I been a dog, I set it off New Queen Latifah Death before dishonor yeah, baby court go grab 'em Haters, we get even with them bitches and they know we do Still I dress up like Beetlejuice until my ass get realer Say the day, didn't leave me alone (dog) When on a hotter day, I slaughter you Misbehavin' through the flow, you know I do my shit Mini Draco Cuba, this AR ain't got no kick Shit I catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, I don't miss Walk tall, hands shuttered 'til we finish on some bitch Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist Don't lock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix