Dash

( Okay, okay
Off of that drank)

Yo Bossa this shit be fire

Ok, Okay, Okay

I had to go do the dash
Talk bout the Digital Dash
Now they all look at me mad
They is not gettin no cash
I got my foot on the gas
N****s don't be really be token they mag
I know your lil buddy not live it like that
Bet the gang turn that boy to a ghost

(Five, Five, Five, Five, Five)

They will never know at all
They talkin bout a jet, put a n**** up top
But Ive been chilling on the low
She be trippin on the blow
Im just trying to get some dough
Yeah, like six-flags keep a pole
Only finna throw a bowl
Turn on the block like a hobo
I just popped a perc, so I move slow
We get to the money we don't tip toe
Racks and a duffle with an extendo
If they want some trouble n****, let me know
She said baby you a G.O.A.T
That is why I said I know, baby its your throat
I sit on the cloud was I light to float
Im smoking that loud, ya i like to float
Need a river like cash, and I cop a boat
If i put down my mask, i fuck on yah hoe
Lil twin say he slimm, he wiping your nose
Know that pussy not mine, see likin my post
I know the world is mine if they wanna know
Tryin not to see the signs, but that's not my bro
Your bitch say I'm one of a kind, she want take my soul

I had to go do the dash
Talk bout the Digital Dash
Now they all look at me mad
They is not gettin no cash
I got my foot on the gas
N****s don't be really be token they mag
I know your lil buddy not live it like that
Bet the gang turn that boy to a ghost