Dash Attack

[Intro: Staple God]
(Yah, ay, ay, ay, OK, I—)
(Wait, you s—where's the snare?)
(I thought you said—)

[Verse: Staple God]
OK, I got a lot of hoes up on my iPhone (on my iPhone)
None of which are posted in my time zone
Number 15, I put chills up in your spine bone (Woo!)
I can't find nothing to rhyme with, pull up RhymeZone
'Cause bitch, I'm stupid, hop up in my server, you get booted (uh!)
Your bitch give me head, now she is muted
It's only two o'clock and I be zooted (eeeeeee)
Secluded in my room just making music if you could call it that
Got a job offer, didn't call 'em back (nope!)
I was too busy making dollars back
Momma said she needed so I bought a pack (ay!)
Then I went and smoked it, smoked it back to back
Yes, I'm back to that, Staple get it vacuum packed
I got a problem; when you pass it, I won't pass it back
And I ain't fuckin' with your bitch unless her ass is fat
And if you got a problem, hit you with a dash attack

[Outro: Staple God]
(Ha! Ohh…)