dondabag 2 (feat. bam30shots)

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Yes, I'm still chatting because I'ma say what I wanna say regardless
And yes, you're Master, like Master Way Too EFG
That's what your name is, Master Way Too EFG
The way I'm smokin' all this gas, you wouldn't thought that I was laced

Just had to talk with God, he taught me chill, but they can't take my place
I can't even tie my shoes, so what the f*ck makes you think that I'm trippin'
Just copped a ARP with 33, feel like I'm Scottie Pimp
I miss my brother, yeah, we spend the battle, so please don't get the dis

Just pulled up on that side, we filled a muffin, now it's body flip
I stay up in my lane, I'm counting bread, that's one thing they can't stop
Just like a Houston Rocket, man, I'm steady, aiming for the top
Just like I'm Lil Uzi, damn, I snuck in with the 40 Glocks

Just copped two beans and put them to his nose, it made him really rock
I papped that bitch a bro with the assist, just like I'm Magic Johnson
As you pull up on this side, I dump 11, you call me Clayton
My brother don't eat plates, but yeah, I swear to God, they'll get to stompin'

Yeah, I'm a motion man, so who the f*ck do you think that you talkin'
I'm steady gettin' W's, them niggas know that I'm gon' win
My pockets fat as f*ck, my Glock got dreads, I call that bitch a fin
I can't f*ck no new hoes, I swear to God, cause all my bitches tense

Yeah, bitch, I got that dog in me, I swear I'm feelin' like I'm Ben
They call my ass D-Wave because they know I'll send that L-E-U
She said she wantin' two men, that ain't shit, just call my nigga Scoot
I don't play in no March Madness, but them niggas know they'll get the boot

Just beat his ass and hit him with the Glock, I made him lose it too
Yeah, any nigga that dissed on Sheet, I swear to God, them niggas died
Yeah, it ain't shit to go and spend, I'm quick to call my nigga f*ck
Can't jump in no bitch, hate verse, what the f*ck, this ain't no fuckin' dive

I'm locked in with my bitch, I swear to God, that witch is so tired
I wake up in the morning, best believe we bout to wake your baby
Them love boys always steppin', swear to God, shout out my nigga Jordan
I shoot the Glock like Curry, so you know that bitch gon' need a man

Just like I'm Shannon Sharda, shit, I do that shit, it's gon' give or take
I'm in his bitch like Dr. Seuss, but this ain't no green neck
I'm rockin' Off-White with a Jordan 4, shout out my nigga Bam
I'm taxin' niggas left and right, shit, you can call me Uncle Sam

Just like Kendrick Lamar, I might just put my guys down
Three shots out they Glock, I hit his top, just call it Devin Porter
All my opps be broke, they money Scoot because it's gettin' shorter
Bitch just told me, whip it out, I hit the flash, then I record her

You been in this Glock, I flip your V, no head to tell, this ain't a quarter
While he play with loaf, like we ain't gettin' bread, bitch, that's the game
Just drop the check, hit 14 bands, might call up bro, then hit up Dame
Been havin' beef, I was a G, I still a screamer, I f*ck Mike Wayne

I shout to God, she get up in that bed and do unholy things
Niggas swearin' up and down, they want some smoke, but they ain't ready
Chopper hit his brain, knock out his noodles, call that bitch spaghetti
Young and havin' shit, been poppin' shit, just like some damn confetti

Chop him up and leave him stuck, that's how you work that damn machete
Seven sisters get a hit and it sound like a helicopter
Won't catch us lackin', we sure strapped, lil' bitch, we stay with hella chopper
Can't f*ck that hoe, she was a sis, but I like my hoes hella proper

A hundred shots up in his body, now he gon' need hella doctors

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