Don Dada

[Intro]
L.A Beatz
L.A Beatz

[Chorus]
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)

[Verse 1]
Lock and load in the war zone, are you gonna bang when I catch your siblings? (Mad)
Straight on sight when I kweff him, blood all over the rambo dripping (Shit den)
Don't try step in the bando, shank in your head piece, what are you thinking? (Fuck, fuck, what are you thinking?)
Four young boys on your block on a mission
Your girl try claim that I love her, pattern your ting, like what is she sniffin' ?(Sket)
[?] or porter man affa know when I jump on a riddim (Like so)
Yard man buss that shot, bare gun pops, had all of them shitting (Shook)
Pussio kept on running, Ryan got wacked on the road for slippin' (Di-di-di dip, di-di-di dip)
Lining up Whitney stuffed in a package, told bro tp help me pebble it, now I'm in the alley way, serving the addicts (Trappin')
Don't creep on man, you're a bowcat fam, Lord knows I'm gonna do damage
Rachet and clank, tools in my hand [?] gonna on a rampage (Mad)
Welcome to the dungeon, gang pride that's, that's London that's where stabbings and shootings function (That's envy)
Trapping with some gun men, re-up on flake now I'm cutting up onions (Brucka)
Target locked, bun them, bro had skengs on your block, tryna dump them (Boom)
Shank in my palm, run them (Dashin', dashin')

[Chorus]
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)

[Verse 2]
D-d-dem man rookies (Them boys)
Y-o-z in nunny, I was upsah cheffing a pussy (Splasher)
Hefty blade in my hoodie, shank in my palm lets lurk on pushy
Her ucky game was a madness, big fat back she's brown like cookie (Peng)
She said I'm a G like Tookie, she said that my dick games ments, now she's vexed that I chat to her friend
Man's tryna chat for a big MAC-10, no love in my heart when I bang on dem (Skrr, bow, bow, bow)
War on the front line with big men
Long nose ting came big like Ben
Kick back mad, get your bludclart kwenged

[Chorus]
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)
Don dada (Don dada, don dada)
Bruck off shots with the brucka, yard mans darg get done with the cutter (Get it)
Your not on (Get it) man's uh-uh (Uh-uh), big fat chete' (Uh-uh), ching that fucker (Run boy)
I'm a bando boy (Run boy) no lover, shells get dashed, crime scene fuck up (Skrr, bow, skrr, bow)