Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DadaRbz
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodbydotty.
Producer
Lyrics
Can I call you Dotty?
Bah, grrah, Daslime, Daslime
They on my dick keep bringing up the-
They on my dick keep bringing up the-
We catch a S now it's poppin'
Beef with us, you better watch your body
Gloves and my ski, bitch, I ain't moving sloppy
She got hit, she was movin' oppy
I did it first, so you lil' **** copy
Snuck in the party, they ain't find a blick
Got the same opps, but we ain't tying shit
We on that car, Su gon' flip the whip
Still spin the Lane, tryna catch a Crip
He keep a hammer feelin' like he Thor
Shark get up on him, toast him like a smore
They on my dick, keep bringin' up the store
We catch a S now it's poppin' door
Told BG, I ain't givin' no passes
Roll some Schmoney then spit on the ashes
Blast top opp, gotta keep a ratchet
We pop the double, now it's time to cash it
Bitch, I'm Daslimee, stop bringin' up Drose
HBz get up on 'em, make the rapper fold
Five shots to the chest, if you know, you know
When I'm outside, I be droppin' lo
Shark you're a runner, why you on my dick?
Lil' brodie O.T., he bringin' back the sticks
They dropped a diss, I just rolled a spliff
Can't forget D died in a whip
Like, fuck Twin he got hit in his shit
And Wop he got shot with his kid
Why them opp **** keep tryna diss?
Gbz on the S, ridin' 'round with a switch
Said she a fan, baby, drop them Vickys
Your man, who? I don't care 'bout no Diddy
I'm tryna fuck, I don't want no hickies
Opps know what's up, **** ain't fuckin' with me
Cops hopped, then we changin' the route
Tell 'em free Oota, and Sos 'til they out
Not in the R, I'm probably in the south
Not in they hood, they probably in the house
Beef with us, you better watch your body
Gloves and my ski, bitch, I ain't moving sloppy
She got hit, she was movin' oppy
I did it first, so you lil' **** copy
Cops tryna box DoubleRR, he ain't goin'
He spot him I'm already throwing
Talking to blue wop he say that I'm chosen
We ain't claim it, so they think we jokin'
Fuck D, he got whacked in his body
I started this shit, these lil' **** just copy
Hell no, I don't know 'bout no Scotty
Why the fuck would this rap **** try me?
Get off my dick, ****, I do it better
Walk aound with a nine on my sweater
That shit jammed, but now I know better
Said she a fan she say, "Dada, you better"
Top opp, I ain't goin' for shit
She dropped the lo, I'm outside of his crib
They homie's dead, we don't care who got stripped
Aim for that side, better stay out the mix
Rush got beat, Shark fast on his feet
They ain't get back for what happened to Feez
Blast on the B, tryna down him a G
Yaddie ain't grape, he ain't go get his three
Heard he on Kuna, Face slide with a K
When we jump out, try and catch him a face
G up the road, try and pop him a Wraith
You ain't from, where I'm from, ****, you gettin' shaked
On the B like, Daslime on some rap **** trippin'
Tough on the gram, but a bitch in the trenches
We keep a blick on feet never slippin'
Sos call my phone, and he ask how I'm livin'
Chasin' a sack, try and catch me a hat
Opps stay on dick and they cap in they rap
Homies is much, so they say I'm a-
Just mad 'bout Schmoney, they can't get a back
I got a fifty for Grippo, still gunnin'
Ain't even whippin' racks, I got them runnin'
I'm from the R, baby girl, but I'm thuggin'
2 steady clutchin' ain't goin' for nothin'
You ain't my opp, ****, we never met
He threw up S, I'll tear up his chest
He threw lil' sharp chest shots out of Lex
Now it's in the trap, try to run up a check
Tell 'em free Oota, tell 'em free Sos
No proof, they ain't tracin' the ghost
Bitch I'ma thug GBZ baby loc
Postin' a RIP G up the road
Brodie gon' shoot, that's why they call him Blast
I heard them ****, I see why they mad
Nike my ski, it's Glock out of Mag
He lucky it jammed, that shit make me mad
Why them opp **** stay on my dick?
We ain't worried 'bout opps, everybody got sticks
I press the button and jump out the whip
The lil' **** fucked, he gettin' run from the switch
Lil' 2, he be doin' too much
Them lil' **** fucked, they ain't shootin' enough
In the stu' with my .30, it's tucked
Slide for my brother, R block, **** us
You ain't my opp, ****, we never met
He threw up S, I'll tear up his chest
He threw lil' sharp chest shots out of Lex
Now it's in the trap, try to run up a check
She in a, damn
Written by: DadaRbz
