Yvngshad - Dondada

You want bombaclat ramp with me
You know me
I am the original dondada
Fresh up out that grease, this shit here sweet and tangy
Dondada, feeling like fuck a nigga, I just need the payment
One shot em, face gon hit the ground
Nigga gon grease the pavement
Laser beam, this bitch came from my dawg
But it still fit the groove
Ain't tryna do it
But shit if my dawg gone then I ain't got shit to lose
My temper hot
I'll see a nigga and blitz, can't keep a nigga cool
I got the address from this opp hoe
Damn this nigga bitch a fool
In my ear like "What you doing?"
She tryna make some plans
Rolling like 2 blunts up, finna hit my come and save her dance
The trap got an assortment, walking in this bitch like Legoland
Them crackas tried to extort me
Yeah that shit right there'll make a man
I walk round with a big ass cannon on me
Like I'm Megaman
Infinite, can't count me out
So that mean it's never ending
Shoebox money hard to count
Put it up, ion never spend it
Real trapper, Mr. T
YS on a golden pendant
Never sugarcoat the business
Never fold, never bended
Leatherface I terrorize the city, yeah I need blood now
Fuck all of that meditation shit, I need some drugs now
Niggas got them Ps for like 900, but they bubbed out
Mans don't wanna come up that house
Then he'll get drug out
That's yo bitch? Oh yeah?
Ian even notice way she feeling on me
I want that boy head on top a plate
I told em bring it to me
Me and Kam gon run that lil shit up just like we Mitch and Tony
I mean Mitch and Ace
Nigga creep, we hit his face
Hit the liquor store, if that bitch closed then we gon hit the bar
Fight broke out, I went a popped the trunk
I'm tryna flip the car
Ion even think I got like everybody, I'm tryna find his homie
Kam, you need some ammo? Hit the glove
What you want, 9 or 40?
Ian high, so let's fix that
Nigga crying, want his bitch back
I crossover, pull up from the logo and expose the mismatch
Nigga upset he can't be me
He can't up? That's a GG
I be up, at the BP
Gettin grabs from habibi
Climb the ladder, like a treehouse
Makin plays out at treehouse
Smoke a jay, cut a tree down
In that box, very scary
Shackled up, Mary Mary
Crawled my way up out that hole
Felt like I was dead buried
Bitch you pulled that foul ass shit
You know you dead wrong
Ian speaking on that shit too much, ain't no more sad songs
Imma stand on top that kitchen floor until that bag gone
I like to spend money on my bitch, I bring that bag home
Bring that bag home, bring that bag home
Kitchen floor until that bag gone
Ay, uh

Written by:
Roshad Reid

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