ObeyThaRapper - Dangerous

Baby I’m like come here
Something bout you
I can tell you not from here
& Bro got the strap
Don’t come here
Niggas spinning blocks
Better get yo ass from here
Yeah we gotta stay dangerous
Tweaking on gang
You off angel dust
He jackin the 4s
Then flame em up
Gang stepped in the game
& we changed it up
Gang stepped in the spot
& we moving real tactical
She fuck wit the boy
Yeah she think that I’m radical
Been getting this money
They say I’m a natural
You step on my all whites
Lil nigga I’m slapping you
I wear my own garments
You know that’s a factual
30 on me so you know
That I’m clapping you
Run up on me
& you know that
I’m packing you
I foiled your plans
So you know
It’s a wrap for you
These niggas be capping
These bitches fugazi
I’m off of the Dussè
Bitch this shit got me lazy
Dirty Dancing on me
Bitch I’m feeling like Swayze
I throw up the roc
No relations wit JayZ
I hang wit them swipers
Drug dealers & shooters
I just made a play
In the back of a Uber
She giving me brain
So I called her a tutor
I’m the man
Of her dreams
Got me feeling like Kruger
She wanted the wood
So I gave her the ruler
Be up early morning
Can wake up the rooster
They gassing you up
Bet you feelin real super
They all full of shit
Better grab you a scooper
Cause you know
that we run shit
See a op
Send shots he gon run quick
I heard she fuckin wit the ops
She a dumb bitch
& if you talkin down
On bro we on dumb shit
Said I’m from 63rd
Where you from bitch
All my niggas on go
No front bitch
Yeah you know
I’m not lacking
I’m stacking & trapping
I gotta go
Get to the funds bitch
Bity bop
Yeah I make it look easy
Stepped out in Prada
I popped out in Yeezy
I’m getting this green
Like a kiwi
VV’s is on me
It’s dripping like figi
Aye
Baby I’m like come here
Something bout you
I can tell you not from here
& Bro got the strap
Don’t come here
Niggas spinning blocks
Better get yo ass from here
Yeah we gotta stay dangerous
Tweaking on gang
You off angel dust
He jackin the 4s
Then flame em up
Gang stepped in the game
& we changed it up
Gang stepped in the spot
& we moving real tactical
She fuck wit the boy
Yeah she think that I’m radical
Been getting this money
They say I’m a natural
You step on my all whites
Lil nigga I’m slapping you
I wear my own garments
You know that’s a factual
30 on me so you know
That I’m clapping you
Run up on me
& you know that
I’m packing you
I foiled your plans
So you know
It’s a wrap for you

Written by:
DOUG JOHNSON, TIMOTHY A. JAMES

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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