Letras
I been runnin with some top shottas
My youngin snatch your soul bitch he a ruff rider
Wont stand down from nothin
I been runnin with some top shottas
I been runnin with some top shottas
He the Don Dada
He wont stand down from nothin
I been runnin with some top shottas
My youngin snatch your soul bitch he a ruff rider
The Don Dada
Stand over one ten toes covered in gun powder
That gun power
No conscience or no feelings he a young goblin
Won't stand down from nothin
Ain't bout no money what the fuck we discussing
Go with yo move
And up and empty out the 30 while bussin
Ain't dodging shit
You say it's smoke well fuck
Head first bitch im clutchin
Like who you runnin
Make me mask up come spin all where you stuntin
Face sumn like fuck em
We toasting up
Go spot the opp and blow thru em
That pistol cock my influence
All out his top he might lose it
No picks and chooses
Out his body
Bodies drop keep it moving
He pop two sticks he still chewing
Like what you doing
He tryna put him one under
Saw the muzzles on assaults call em cutters
Shoulder strap the ARP came from Russia
Won't spare nobody gone flush em
Stuff the Glock and fill the drum with 100
Li bitch im gunnin
Catch the play and up the score on a flunky
And they'll never understand me
Fuck them tables they turn
All them bridges been burned
In too deep they fed me lies all I heard
No concerns
Amongst what others did what I got I earned
Accept the fact they point the blame they say that I'm wrong
Like motha fuck what you heard
Im up in weight come get served
I throw them treys up I still bang in that third
How I thug
Heart too pure but they rather come still and judge me