Dusa (feat. Kevin Gates)

(Just stay the fuck out my way, that's all I say, dog)

Nuts be hangin' to the floor, you know I do my shit

Mini Draco cool, but this AR ain't got no kick

Shell catcher on the stick

We try to stretch 'em, we don't miss

Walk down, head shot, until we finish, that's a bitch

Mm, satellite be bumpin', but I'm tryna go legit

Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist

Unlock the door, but check the camera

Junkies in and out this bitch

Got 'em fightin', throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix

(They already gon' think I'm givin' you them bricks, ya heard me?)

(Hahaha, fuck 'em)

(They already gon' think I done turnt your light on the other way, ya heard me?)

(They gon' be like "ooh, that bitch ain't shinin', Gates got 'em turnt up out here")

Tan colored sweater, my H ain't come with no fentanyl

Olive can ignizy, you flinch and I blow yo shit off

B-Big Dusa pull up on me, I drop 'em on him, he gettin' off

Backend readjustment, a hundred bricks I'ma send off

You ain't check ya bumper, that tracking censor ain't click off

I don't play hotels, dick her down and drop ya lil' bitch off

Losses come with distance, ain't for those that got a weak heart

Lieutenants stand on nation business, I just took the week off

I just fell back in the trenches, with them birds for the low

They say it's smoke, then we don't go

We bring them choppas to they door

I do my Diddy with that fifty, ain't a question, I'ma blow

You see that demon in my eyes ****?

It's homicide, ****

We still murder mind, traumatized

We gon' sling that fire, ****

I'm all off the wonder, with that chopper, tryna slide, ****

They got blood on that money, bitch, I still want it, creep and crawl

Bitch, I been a dog, I'll set it off, no Queen Latifah

Death before dishonor, yeah

Baby, quick, go grab them heaters, we get even with them bitches

And they know we do

Still'a dress up like Beetlejuice

Until my ass get rid of you

Say lil' daddy leave me lone, dog

One order, they'a slaughter you

Nuts be hangin' to the floor, you know I do my shit

Mini Draco cool, but this AR ain't got no kick

Shell catcher on the stick

We try to stretch 'em, we don't miss

Walk down, head shot, until we finish, that's a bitch

Mm, satellite be bumpin', but I'm tryna go legit

Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist

Unlock the door, but check the camera

Junkies in and out this bitch

Got 'em fightin', throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix