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dat way - apex 3400 lyrics

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[hook x2]
dat way (x3)
trap still boomin’ out the driveway (boom)
bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah)
bad lil’ b-tch on broadway (yeah)
dat way (x3)
white girl make her have a migrane (woo!)
x pills make her eyes dilate (yeah)
girl you better do this sh-t the right way (the right way)

[verse 1]
d-mn, dat way (x3)
doing 180 on the highway
n-ggas ain’t real boy you lightweight
drunk the whole bottle now i’m f-cking leaning sideways
yeah, baby girl come straight to my place
baby girl throw that -ss my way
she snorting all these lines in a sequence
girl you better do the sh-t the right way, ooo
riding ’round the city with my nina
mix the molly with the aquafina
back to back shots of tequila
sophia f-cking with maria (d-mn)
maria f-cking with tina (d-mn)
and tina f-cking with celina (d-mn)
and celina f-cking with riah (d-mn)
and all these b-tches sucking my team up (d-mn)

[hook x2]
dat way (x3)
trap still boomin’ out the driveway (boom)
bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah)
bad lil’ b-tch on broadway (yeah)
dat way (x3)
white girl make her have a migrane (woo!)
x pills make her eyes dilate (yeah)
girl you better do this sh-t the right way (the right way)

[verse 2]
so cold, i’m moving in slow-mo
i poured up a whole 4
two ocho’s, my t–th dripping rose gold
not loving no b-tch, that’s the motherf-cking bro code
i’m toting a .44, and drinking 4 loko’s
my old b-tch don’t love me no more, no
she in love with that coco
aye, dat way (x3)
34 all about gunplay
spend 10k on a fun day
bad b-tch straight from the runway, ooo
thousand band, like i’m fauni
my gang standing right behind me
plug callin’, perfect timing
he need them drugs, i’m supplying
this b-tch keep saying that she love me
but i know that she lying
b-tch, you think that i’m a dummy?
i know you only love the money
n-ggas thinking that i’m funny, ’til them aks start drumming
’til them bullets hit yo’ f-cking tummy
he was popping sh-t but now he running
ooo, riding through the city with the top down
they f-cking with me ’cause i’m hot now
got these b-tches taking off they tops now
i got glocks now, you’ll get shot down, yeah
do, do, do, do, do, do, do
yeah, i’ll pull up and shoot at you
and ya crew, you a fool, thinking you bulletproof
circle your block like a motherf-cking hula hoop
they won’t know
what you really do when you’re with me
snorting all the c0ke, drinking all the lean
popping all the pills, now you can’t sleep
f-cking with me and f-cking with my team
look me in my eyes, know you want to ride
mix a double cup, i’m gone fill you up, oh yeah
trap way, yeah, dat way

[hook x2]
dat way (x3)
trap still boomin’ out the driveway (boom)
bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah)
bad lil’ b-tch on broadway (yeah)
dat way (x3)
white girl make her have a migrane (woo!)
x pills make her eyes dilate (yeah)
girl you better do this sh-t the right way (the right way)

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