Tahmond - Dash

Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check
Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest
Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest
Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest
Talking big like you gon' rob me shit, well you can be my guest
Caught him lacking, turned him to a bird he ran back to his nest
Homie fucked your bitch and sent you it
Now your bitch ass stressed
Ducking from me so much that you leave, we moved you out the west
Out of the west
Fucking that bitch then I tell her get dressed
She slurping the D put the nut in her neck
Thirty round dick it's gon' bust out the tech
You better duck or you bringing your vest cause' when this shit bussing it's eating yo Chest
All of my life I've been tryna invest I do this rap shit and I make it a test
Don't get on me cause' your bitch want to fuck
Roll up seven grams Lil Djayy got tucks
Giving her dick while you giving her love
I'm breaking her spine and she breaking yo trust
I caught that boy crying and he need a hug
Don't worry bout hoes and just get to the bucks
Hit up the mall we go brazy and stunt
They calling me fly well I cannot front
Walk in the house they call me no good
Maxing me out man I'm wishing he would
Call up Baby I, We roll up a wood
Threaten my life and I end you for good
You gon' flex your jewelry when you know it's faker than yo cart
Nigga I will die before I let them put fear in my heart
Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check
Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest
Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest
Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest
Talking big like you gon' rob me shit, well you can be my guest
Caught him lacking, turned him to a bird he ran back to his nest
Homie fucked your bitch and sent you it
Now your bitch ass stressed
Ducking from me so much that you leave, we moved you out the west
Went back to the old me, I'm catching a body like I'm playing goalie
No love for the phonies, I get off from 12 like the Ballad of Tony
I call up the brodies, we pulling up like we a pack of coyotes
He feeling it slowly, the white homie tripping I call him Mick Foley
If you slide we attack, I knock down your mans and I go for a sack
Got drip that's facts, the price of your rent is what is on my back
Lil baby a snack, you acting real tough in front of her and it's whack
Oh you got the strap
Better end me right here because I'll double back
Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check
Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest
Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest
Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest

Written by:
Aaron Howard

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