(Becker)
Yea
Yea
Where yo ass was at when I was trying to make a rack?
Where yo ass was at when I was trying to feel intact?
Uh, I cannot go back, and I, jus' advance
Uh, Where yo ass was at, when I, was feelin' mad?
Don't care if I'm broke, if u my bro, I'm splittin' cash
Yea, Imma scam a scammer, What the fuck is they gon' do?
Imma jus' be rich smokin, Gorilla Glue
Yea, feelin' good to win, all the shit I hadda lose

She a good girl but I can take her to uh-
She a good girl but I can turn her to a hoe
Yea, I ain't fuckin' skinny bitches, shatterin' some bones
Used to want yo love, now I only want that throat
Movin' like a bitch, all the shit I see u post
Eventually, R.I.P yo lil' soul
Let's get straight to business
Let's get straight to winning
What we came for?, we do it, then we dipping

That's my bad, bullets did 'em like a Gusher
I jus' popped a pill and did sum shrooms, I'm doin wonders
I still ain't healed, I can't tell her that I love her
I jus' copped a new Glock, color Nutter Butter

Yea, Dash on 'em
Yea, Dash on 'em
Yea, Dash on 'em
Dash on 'em, Dash on 'em
Boy I'm speeding, and im geeking
I can feel it, I can even see it

Yea, Dash on 'em
Yea, Dash on 'em
Yea, Dash on 'em
Dash on 'em, Dash on 'em
Boy I'm gassin 'em
Gassin 'em, gassin 'em
Choppa got some big titties, and I'm flashin' em

Yea, Yea, Dash on 'em, Dash on 'em
Dash on 'em, Dash on em, Dash on 'em