Dats On That

Ayee bitch

Uhh uhh uhh ****

Yeah look aye

I get crunker than lil Jon I make em get low

Put me on the house it's like you gambling on a 10-4

Old folks on the corner got em starring out the window

I ain't wrestling with a **** but I'm lit bitch it's a big show

**** uhh

I got em so scared

Hustling thru the city now I'm trying to get some more bread

I'm the type of **** put my stomach on her forehead

I done hit it from behind now when she walking she look bow leg

Bitch

Uhh

I'm Mr stack dough

Marley so damn

Raw so ain't no cutting me with lactose

I bring it to yo front so aint no need for me to back door

Thinking fast up In these streets so why these other **** act slow

Hating hoping I'm a fall my **** wait on that

Errtime I drop some shit I bet they hate on that

Why you doing all that gossiping better state on facts

Cause once your noodles Sittin in yo lap my ****

Dats on that

Me and woo woo trail each other pull up back to back

Snatch a whip and tag it up and paint it black on black

Feel like future or YC with all these racks on racks

**** fuck with mine Lil day gone kill you **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

You can fuck around Lil day gone kill you ****

Dats on that

Never follow suit bitch I'm the truth

I take a different route

**** talking all this hip ass shit

Let's bring them pistols out

You ain't in these streets we might pull up and knock yo brother off

I been running shit my younging jmax he the underboss

Who this bitch from highschool talking crazy like she know me

These **** sleep like nodding off they fuck around and OD

These **** thinking that they carter if they trying coach me

I'm a put 2.4 on a scale and we can call it Kobe

Swish Bitch

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

You can fuck around Lil day gone kill you

**** dats on that

Never follow suit

Bitch I'm the truth

I take a different route

**** talking all this hip ass shit

Let's bring them pistols out

You ain't in these streets we might pull up and knock yo brother off

I been running shit my younging jmax he the underboss

I'm too Authentic

**** bitches so they ass can't stand me

You can catch me on the rebound just like Marcus Camby

Got some cousins sneak dissing with some pussy ****

Keep on playing games and I'm a treat they ass like they ain't family

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

My **** dats on that

You can fuck around and Im a kill

You **** dats on that

Never follow suit

Bitch I'm the truth

I take a different route

**** talking all this hip ass shit

Let's bring them pistols out

You ain't in these streets we might pull up and knock yo brother off

I been running shit my younging jmax he the underboss