Dash Lyrics

Big ass Balencies going to get in my way when I drive

Pumping the brake but I'm pushing the gas

Got it on lock with this bitch imma smash

Blues get behind I'm doing the dash

I got some niggas that's locked away

Wish I could open the can

I know who riding if we in a jam

Tell me how the fuck these niggas be ratting an still in a jam

Should've just stayed down an real with your mans

I got the bomb on the work imma tax

Banging off platy and calling it bubba

And I got the flavors I just served your mother

Rock with a chop but I'll call it a cutter

Still serving ready I'm heavy like Chevys

Bust down a rock and I cut it like butter

Just started trapping that word to my mother

My Momma

Uh we could just get it in

Know some lil' niggas who ride with a chopper don't fuck with no

Glock cuz' they in a Benz

I was just riding around looking for smoke

Blowing smoke now that shit is all in the wind

How I just got into dragging my nuts I was on some shit trying to fuck some twins

Bet they know what it is

Walked in the club with a Glock in my dip

An I bet that shorty know what it is

Bet imma talk all my shit an they still one my dick

Its just where I stick it in

Most of my life I done been around bluffing ass niggas I just wasn't fitting in

Crazy my momma had told me that I was too gifted

Now I'm getting to it

Man this shit deeper than music

I need a blueprint fuck it I'll make it

We really trapped out the basement

Burned up a vacant got that shit swear Imma take it

Imma just rock out with Gloss forever on God

I really don't care who goin make it

Just got to face it

I was down on my dick with no paper

I just wanted to rock with a laser

Shorty know that I know I wont save her

Tear the pussy up yea imma savor

But I want it now an I want later

Treat that bitch like she owe me a favor

An want her to meet her lil maker

I ain't tripping I'm all bout the paper

Get it now or getting it later

Big ass Balencies going to get in my way when I drive

Pumping the brake but I'm pushing the gas

Got it on lock with this bitch imma smash

Blues get behind I'm doing the dash

I got some niggas that's locked away

Wish I could open the can

I know who riding if we in a jam

Tell me how the fuck these niggas be ratting an still in a jam

Should've just stayed down an real with your mans

I got the bomb on the work imma tax

Banging off platy and calling it bubba

And I got the flavors i just served your mother

Rock with a chop but I'll call it a cutter

Still serving ready I'm heavy like Chevys

Bust down a rock and I cut it like butter

Just started trapping that word to my mother

On my momma