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finna do the dash - ji beats lyrics

hopped out the foreign, fresher than a b*tch
hoes walking past like ‘d*mn who the f*ck is this?’
i got my pendant on the way & deco got the wrist
i been punching all day, i got a swollen fist
this drank f*cking up my kidney, got some golden p*ss
don’t make me call my shooter, he’ll really blow this b*tch
unsaved number, d*mn, ion even know this b*tch
i’m sending packs everywhere, i’ll really throw this b*tch
too many missed calls, had to throw on dnd
i was out in rowland heights, at the cnc
told that lil b*tch ion know what you see in me
sh*t, i guess it just gotta be the p in me
i’m rolling up some thc, you rolling cbd
how the f*ck you claim you get high? that sh*ts fivе a g
n*gga smoking on some cheap sh*t, he can’t afford it
i just bought somе new designer, i think i want more sh*t
you n*ggas dead broke stuck, you ain’t got no motion
lil b*tch rubbing on my body like some lotion
i’m hopping fresh as f*ck, come and take my pic
you can die or you can live, come and take your pick
when lil b*tch saw me she said ‘can we take a pic?’
i had to dress fly as f*ck just to take a pic
pull out 100 dubs just so i can take a pic
threw all my chains on so i could take a pic
my n*gga deco got the rollie, got the p*ssy wrist
the weed i’m smoking on right now smell ridiculous
160 on your dash? lil n*gga catch up
how you claim you getting money, you ain’t at the bank
i know you ain’t got no real cards, boy them b*tches blank
i’m smoking real hillard n*gga, man this sh*t stank
don’t run up on me f*ck n*gga, you gon’ become a stain
i know these b*tches only f*ck with me because my name
i know you can’t shoot that gl!ck, you ain’t got no aim
i know you ain’t got no fans, you ain’t got no fame
you ain’t sippin’ on no real drank, that sh*t don’t stain
my chain real water b*tch, man this sh*t is rain
i see stars every time a n*gga look up
i got a real plug if you need the hook up
ran up on that p*ssy n*gga, had him shook up
i’m smoking with sedated, knocking out these d*mn verses
f*ck around and make an album in a whole night
gather all my b*tches round’ to have a hoe fight
every time i make another play that’s more stripes
i’m making plays, god d*mn, feel like ea sports
hopped in the foreign and had to put that b*tch in sports
a n*gga saw the law, so he had to duck off
my ex b*tch texting me, told her f*ck off
b*tch take your shoes off, ain’t no dirtying my loft
this choppa knock a n*gga out his d*mn socks
you really ducking feds if you ain’t really using socks
& i got all these lil n*ggas asking me for sauce
you ain’t got what it takes to become your own f*cking boss
lil b*tch breath stank, told that lil b*tch use some floss
& she texting me her hear broke, i told her b*tch just stop
sh*t ion even know what i’m saying, i think i’m getting lost
& i’m finna do the dash, i just saw the f*cking cops

- ji beats lyrics

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