Come through in the coupe, skrrin' they like "who that?"
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
Told her I don't really want no feelings yea
Shit I love to count up digits yea
Get to fingerin' 100's 50's yea
Slappin' rolls on these bitches' titties yea
Pucker up when I'm trynna burn ya head
Like ouu she get sloppy, make a mess
Slap her ass but she know no kissin' that
Swap my ice, other shit had piss in that
In my blunt, smell like piss straight out a cat
Used to want me some Robins like a bat
Now I'm up in the skinnies , pockets fat
Guess a sack got these bitches on the sack
I ain't trippin', I cut 'em like some slack
She was trippin', I put her on a flat
Pipe her down now she actin' like a brat
Trynna arch, made her look just like a hatch
Mane I want the top like a frontal
Guess the ball in her court bitch I'm Lonzo
And I got what she need like I'm Blanco yea
Call up her friends and they rumble
Beans got 'em too ready like drum roll
Just got grams of the cookie to crumble
Now I'm stuffin' a Dutch with it pronto
They get freaky, they comin' like combo
Come through in the coupe, skrrin' they like "who that?"
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
Bally Money - Dash Lyrics
Bally Money - Dash Lyrics
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Come through in the coupe, skrrin' they like "who that?"
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
Told her I don't really want no feelings yea
Shit I love to count up digits yea
Get to fingerin' 100's 50's yea
Slappin' rolls on these bitches' titties yea
Pucker up when I'm trynna burn ya head
Like ouu she get sloppy, make a mess
Slap her ass but she know no kissin' that
Swap my ice, other shit had piss in that
In my blunt, smell like piss straight out a cat
Used to want me some Robins like a bat
Now I'm up in the skinnies , pockets fat
Guess a sack got these bitches on the sack
I ain't trippin', I cut 'em like some slack
She was trippin', I put her on a flat
Pipe her down now she actin' like a brat
Trynna arch, made her look just like a hatch
Mane I want the top like a frontal
Guess the ball in her court bitch I'm Lonzo
And I got what she need like I'm Blanco yea
Call up her friends and they rumble
Beans got 'em too ready like drum roll
Just got grams of the cookie to crumble
Now I'm stuffin' a Dutch with it pronto
They get freaky, they comin' like combo
Come through in the coupe, skrrin' they like "who that?"
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
Told her I don't really want no feelings yea
Shit I love to count up digits yea
Get to fingerin' 100's 50's yea
Slappin' rolls on these bitches' titties yea
Pucker up when I'm trynna burn ya head
Like ouu she get sloppy, make a mess
Slap her ass but she know no kissin' that
Swap my ice, other shit had piss in that
In my blunt, smell like piss straight out a cat
Used to want me some Robins like a bat
Now I'm up in the skinnies , pockets fat
Guess a sack got these bitches on the sack
I ain't trippin', I cut 'em like some slack
She was trippin', I put her on a flat
Pipe her down now she actin' like a brat
Trynna arch, made her look just like a hatch
Mane I want the top like a frontal
Guess the ball in her court bitch I'm Lonzo
And I got what she need like I'm Blanco yea
Call up her friends and they rumble
Beans got 'em too ready like drum roll
Just got grams of the cookie to crumble
Now I'm stuffin' a Dutch with it pronto
They get freaky, they comin' like combo
Come through in the coupe, skrrin' they like "who that?"
And with the coupe, it came with juice, young nigga swervin' too fast
I f*cked her once then I was through, like "cool it you can relax"
I told her bring a friend or 2, that hoe was actin' too wack
Damn, I can't smoke no regular lil bitch this some gas
She sayin' I ain't shit but still she gone let me smash
Zoom zoom, I done hit the bitch like the dash yea
Boo hoo, she like "boy you treat me like trash" yea
Writer: Bally Money
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