Get It And Dash

Hey, I hate Kevin

Look, yeah

How it feel to be mad (Be mad)

Niggas still gettin' treated (Treated)

Like the bill on my tab (Smart)

Got to chill wit'my dad (I'm chillin')

Had to build from the past (Yeah)

No, he ain’t Cinderella

Had to heal from the glass (Yeah)

Wait, see the guap do da math (Math)

See the socks through the Rafs (These Rafs)

See the Glock do the dash

I don't brag, I’m a beast (Beast)

That’s a path for the weak (Weak)

Certain vows like burpin' childs

Boy I made a pat wit' my peeps (One pat)

Niggas grind got a fold in it so they really slack wit' a crease (Slack)

I don't trap in the streets (Nah)

I don’t have too much beef (Nope)

But like the pick wit' the fist on it man I gotta nap wit' a piece

You attacking my peeps (Nah)

I ain’t strapped wit the heat (Nah)

Plot twist, I’m the hot one

Man the heat strapped wit' a “me” (Wit' a “me”)

A lot of chicks on the wood (Wood)

I just laugh and retweet (Heh)

If ya sis lookin' good (Guess what)

You gon' have you a niece (Yeah)

Niggas wanna give advice (Nah)

I ain’t ask you to speak (Nah)

Just relax, I’m alright damn

Matter fact man I’m quite grand

None of y’all could really see the lines

Let’s just say I got a nice tan (It's nice)

Everybody wanna act tuff

'Til they get into a tight jam (It's tight)

Then they turn into spirit squad

Taking stands on right hands

Always focus man

The devil cutting me no slack (Slack)

Tryna get it to the point

Money be in straps (Straps)

I don't watch porn

I just wanna see the stacks (Stacks)

Never like see nothin' come between the racks (Racks)

I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)

I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)

I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)

I had to get in my bag (Bag)

I had to get in my bag (Bag)

I never did it to brag

I just deliver the gas

All that killing shit been gettin' lame

All that get you is a fine grave

I ain’t stuck up in them mental chains

Niggas still thinking crime pays

Whole state wanna give me props

Some niggas wanna find shade

Freeway the only rap nigga that’s allowed to talk to me sideways

Rap niggas wanna beef with me

In a way that got to do with bars

Niggas claim they gone ruin ours

For the fame, to be who they are

We could fight but it’s for the blood

I don't play and I don’t do the spar

Like it’s Roscoe Dash cut

Nigga this fade will turn to shooting stars

Everybody you can never please

Only goal is better lead

For some people, man my life’ll be the only bible that they ever read

Even Christ said

“Chill Dae Dae you be going hard on all these rappers”

Only reason He created y’all is cuz I told God I needed target practice

Young nigga that’ll pay homage to the pioneers that got me spitting

Always gotta keep a attitude like I know I’m better than who I see winning

Said the game need a sloppy finish so I’m coming in it with a cocky image

If I ain’t workin' to be better than the Almighty Jay nigga YBN it

Yeah yeah

I gotta get it and dash (Dash)

I gotta get it and dash (Dash)

I gotta get it and dash (Dash)

I had to get in my bag (Bag)

I had to get in my bag (Bag)

I never did it to brag

I just deliver the gas

Yeah