Dashboard

(Pavlo, you made another one)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-uh-uh-uh

Aw-yeah, aw-yeah

Now it's 220 on my dashboard

Might dog the Trackhawk down to drive and think the jakes they got behind me

Guess they asked me for it

Two-tone the Rollie, Plain Jane, know I paid cash for it

Now all my bros walk around with switches, make shit fast-forward

It's just me, Gnuk, and Buck

TRX the truck

Two ten millie twins, we tryna send a nigga up

God, forgive me for my sins 'cause I know I been fucking up

God, protect all of my friends

Since we lost Cap, this shit been rough

You know a hundred thou' ain't shit, bitch, I could break down all hundreds

I might walk 'em down in Rick's, what he got hit with all button

In these streets, go tit-for-tat

If he dead, can't get 'em back

Know a opp that made a statement, I thought you was spinning back

You showed your hand, gave you my last, now you can't even call me

No time for hos, I'm in that bag, I be guess the top be lonely

I'm in the back of the black, two straps, one mask, I'm tryna go stretch your homie

We put shit up and scratch off fast, you know my takers hungry

Know he remember that

Nigga can't name one take

Came through, send shots, taking 'em, ain't send 'em back

300s all-black, bronem in a 'Lac and we all got different straps

Don't know if she really with me, that little bitch too internet

Devil in the way, he on my back just like a silhouette

Ah-ah, they be telling them lies

Ah-ah, they just want my demise

Life ain't getting no longer, tell 'em free all the guys

Forever riding with my nigga, we still post on the five

You know a hundred thou' ain't shit, bitch, I could break down all hundreds

I might walk 'em down in Rick's, what he got hit with all button

In these streets, go tit-for-tat

If he dead, can't get 'em back

Know a opp that made a statement, I thought you was spinning back

Now it's 220 on my dashboard