Mab - Dangerous (feat. Gil) Lyrics

I gotta organize my room
Got too many pills, yeah
I might hit you with a broom
Been on my shit, yeah
Your bitch thinks that I'm a groom
But I only f*ck her, yeah
With the car go room
With the car go room
F*ck with me you're getting doomed
F*ck with me you're getting doomed
Every night getting high
Every night we're getting ready
We got the sticks ready
Shootin my shot curry( swish, swish )
Yeah
Burberry
(Burberry,Burberry,Burberry,Burberry)
(I got Gil on this mathaf*ckin' track)
Aye, aye
Yeah I'm done with cap
Spread rumors, what's up with that?
F*ck a sneak diss, we're tit for tat
Got them bending back
You ain't built for that
I'm lapping y'all, bitch I run a track
I can taste the fresh like tic no tac
Don't bark bitch, you're a pussy cat
Boy who's like me?
Dangerous, bitch I might be
Rappers out of luck, they Pisces
Y'all hypebeast, I am beast
Can't catch me with those corny rappers
The plenty cappers
The phony yappers
I'm Louis V all dappered down
Don't man up with that wedding gown hoe
I'm getting the green, oregano
A bitch is on seen, she gotta go
I stick to routine, you better know
I'm flooded with ice, Eskimo
Bitch don't call me baby yeah I'm kicking f*cking strollers
I be shaving you with rollers while I piss on your Toyota cause
Bitch I'm fly as f*ck
Step on your ass keep it a buck(yah)
Shootin shots you better duck
Search for the exit don't trust your luck
(Don't trust your luck hoe, don't trust your luck)
Said they want smoke hoe we coming to you
Sending them shots out the Glock 22
Don't come too close cuz then ima shoot
Air Jordan yeah all on my shoe
I'm a playa playa yeah Cafu
I got that k from OBL
No one cares how you failed
Talking dirty you getting nailed
Go to jail I get a bail
You better run before you hear the bell
Making money bitch know I sell
Nah hoe this ain't for sale
MAB remember the name, everybody lookin' for the fame
Stepped on their ass I have no shame
Said that you f*cked that's a fairy, tale
I get that bitch from Yale
I got that beef in a barrel
I get that bitch from Yale
I got that beef in a barrel
I gotta organize my room
Got too many pills yeah
I might hit you with a broom
Been on my shit yeah
Your bitch think that I'm her groom
But I only f*ck her yeah
With the car go vroom
With the car go vroom
F*ck with me, you're getting doomed
F*ck with me, you're getting doomed
(F*ck with me, you're getting doomed
W-W-With the car go vroom
F- F- F*ck with me, you're getting doomed
W-W-With the car go vroom yeah)