Shofu, Dedboii Kez - Dash! lyrics

When I was in school, and
Them bitches was hating
I just took the licks til I got out
And now I'm the demon that's
Fucking they bitch in
They bed while little shorty put top down
And if he want a problem
Then I'm with the static
This chopper might leave him in shock now
I don't even know your little bitch
She just want me to hit cause
My dick leave her knocked out
I told that little bitch to come suck on my
Dick so she picked that shit up and said
(slurp) cause shorty a freak and she
Just like my Glock
Every day is a chance for the squirt
I can't even bе friends with you pussies
If I need a shooter you ain't put in work
You just bring mе questions
Like "Why should I do it?"
Cause you could be next to get murked
Glocky-18 with a burst
Squeeze this shit once it kill 30
You gon need more than a shirt
These rounds rip through armor like curtains
Surrounded by nerds and I
Don't get this shit
Cause I can't even rap
They try to diss my shit
If you wanna get busy then
Bitch I'm with the shit's
Put me on a track and imma kill your shit's
Cause it's a wrap
Y'all claim you snapped, I get mad
Y'all just cap
If I get the beat imma spaz, hold me back
Y'all rapping fast and it's trash
Thats a fact
If I do the dash I subtract, do the math

I caught him fresh off the rip
I start to dump it, he think I'm reloading
He peeking like I ain't got ten in the clip
Your bitch a thot, she gon jump
Off a cliff, do a flip
She gon land on my dick with a split
Nigga my weapon lethal, I pull it
It's knocking your heart out your
Chest when it hit
We got a whole lotta racks
And a whole lotta guns
With a whole lotta ammo
We put in work, but we move in the shadows
Came back with a vengeance
I'm snapping like Thanos
Nigga we got a whole lotta bands
And a whole lotta keys
I ain't talking pianos
I stay with my team, we be moving in camo
We wait for your ass then
We shooting like Rambo my aim is perfect
Please don't mess with the gang
It ain't worth it
All these niggas be broke and
Be mad at the world
All these niggas be mad at the wrong person
You niggas trash and it's time for a change
Cause whatever you doing is not working
All you niggas be hating but stay on my page
Boy that ain't a good look
You should stop lurking
Glock on my hip and I squeeze it
Pussy nigga, don't give me a reason
I heard that boy was talking
We had to come see him
We bag him and send him to Jesus
He gon be out for the season
Intuition said he wasn't needed
Bet I'm leaving him leaking
He fuck with the gang
But they finding his ass in some pieces