Don Dada - VET!

Boutta slide on some niggas right now
Uh
Look
Aye
I might burn up a car
I might break me a sweat
I might run out of breath
Tryna run up a check
That bitch gave me head
She breaking her neck
I should work Best Buy way I play with the tech
Before you cross me
Look right look left
I was tryna hit his head, why he got on a vest?
Get a pint, sell a six
I’m drinking the rest
Somebody get this bitch from round me
She acting pressed
I run a business, I got a desk
Gotta fly to LA, gotta meet up with hector
I was just broke as shit, I knew I was destined
This 38 is
Bitch you ain’t special
Drove 4 hours to Philly, To get me Rolly
Next week I’m only shopping for Bezel
I used to wrap up my packs like presents
We always together, my shooter my best friend
I’m smoking on Indo, You smoking on DETZ
DEW MONEY a shooter, he don’t need a net
He owe me money he better pay his debt
I’m tryna send all your dawgs to the vet
I might just step on the work like a frat
Bitch, I can see in the dark like a bat
I whip the Tesla truck like it’s a vet
I hop in the VET and I drive it like Bentley
And niggas is green they ain’t red or blue
What you gon’ do if I come up on you
Im with Dada, I’m with DEW, I’m with myself
I’m with my brova
Nigga you ain’t my brova
I ain’t got no love for ya
Only time I got my gun is when I’m comfortable
Naw, lil bitch, keep your shoes on don’t get comfortable
I’m in the trap house keep my shoes on
I’m not comfortable
My trap boom like McDonald’s
I need 600 for that number two
My Mac hold 50 nuggets nigga
Cook a nigga like a barbecue
I might burn up a car
I might break me a sweat
I might run out of breath
Tryna run up a check
That bitch gave me head
She breaking her neck
I should work Best Buy way I play with the tech
Before you cross me
Look right look left
I was tryna hit his head, why he got on a vest?
Get a pint, sell a six
I’m drinking the rest
Somebody get this bitch from round me
She acting pressed
I might burn up a car
I might break me a sweat
I might run out of breath
Tryna run up a check
That bitch gave me head
She breaking her neck
I should work Best Buy way I play with the tech
Before you cross me
Look right look left
I was tryna hit his head, why he got on a vest?
Get a pint, sell a six
I’m drinking the rest
Somebody get this bitch from round me
She acting pressed
Yeah nigga
Gang

Written by:
Donald Workeman

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