Harry Rosé - Dasani Lyrics

My drip wetter than Dasani, paid top dollar now I'm dripped in Armani
Niggas think it's funny told 'em not to get comfy
Trigger finger kinda itch, I had to shoot 'em with the gunny (Bow)
My shit better than the rest, middle name is Keith so my status make 'em sweat
Niggas think they hot, well let's put that to the test
Bitch I bench press a mill, so you know I'm gonna flex (Let's get it tho)

Bitch I am thriving, my crew been vibin'
Just bought new rims for the coupe I been driving
VVS shining, no f*cks bout the pricing
Niggas see Rosé and now they despising (Why you mad?)

Same niggas that be acting all vexed
Be the same clowns hitting my DMs with hate texts
To be honest, give a f*ck what a nigga gone attest (Why?)
Since these bums ain't the ones that be signing off my checks

So why the f*ck should I disturb my peace?
For these bitch ass birds that will chirp for a treat
And then search for a beat, writing raps like they did something
These wack niggas think they lyrics really mean something (Nope !)

Your shit's not dope, I'll ghost write your shit if you need me to though
Cause I won't stop a bag unless that shit's Birkin
Writing new bars while your bitch put the work in (Aye)

My drip wetter than Dasani, paid top dollar now I'm dripped in Armani
Niggas think it's funny told 'em not to get comfy
Trigger finger kinda itch, I had to shoot 'em with the gunny (Bow)
My shit better than the rest, middle name is Keith so my status make 'em sweat
Niggas think they hot, well let's put that to the test
Bitch I bench press a mill, so you know I'm gone flex (Let's get it tho)

I hid the stash in the back of my 4x4
I snatch the ball out they hand and now I'm ready to score
It's survival of the fittest baby, don't get tight
Tell that bitch to run it up if he ready to fight (Run the block, hoe !)

Hit 'em, hit 'em with the sucker punch
Hit 'em with the low blow
Glock to your dome, case a nigga want that gun smoke
All you dudes is clowns, lil' nigga you a bozo
Harry the assassin, hitting bitches with the crossbow

Murder scene on elm street, shit is getting hectic
Yes, they shocked but my shit is not electric
My flow is eccentric, it match my aesthetic
Y'know all I spit, best believe bitch I meant it (Please)

You was never f*cking with me
I'm in that Rolls Royce, so you ain't never riding with me
Vibing with me, chill and get getting high with me
Fashion killer, so you will never be as fly as me (Get it !)

Drop the top of the Benz, flaunting blue dollars, big hunnids, big bands
I hop from the ghost and then I switch to the lamb
I'm at a level I don't think you comprehend
You need to understand

I'm at my prime, looking like a dime
Looking hella fine, wonder why ?
Nigga I'm about to show you
I thought I already told you
I do you like some paper lil' nigga, imma fold you (Because)

My drip wetter than Dasani, paid top dollar now I'm dripped in Armani
Niggas think it's funny told 'em not to get comfy
Trigger finger kinda itch, I had to shoot 'em with the gunny (Bow)
My shit better than the rest, middle name is Keith so my status make 'em sweat
Niggas think they hot, well let's put that to the test
Bitch I bench press a mill, so you know I'm gone flex

(Skrt) You smell that burnt rubber
The lamborghini white, inside is peanut butter
The doors open up and now the car flutters
I breeze through lanes, they call me Paul Walker
I keep it fast and they furious, these bitches is delirious
They mad for what ?
Bitch I'm curious
Big time mad, because your future looking blurred
Freeloading on my shit, I had to kick 'em to the curb like