Dangerous (feat. Satoriik)

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She dont know that I'm dangerous
Come hang with the crew

Lil Baby I'ma show you what's up
Run up on him with his mama
Or his sister my nigga I really couldn't give another f*ck
Big ass F-n, bullets right in the truck

My n***a don't get shot up
And my nigga melly on it
Anybody that I tell him to hit man
You know he gone hunt

Take a n***a meal from him
I'm takin' his breakfast
I'm takin' his mothafuckin' lunch
Now I got hungry again

I'm comin' back
And I'm takin' his mothafuckin' brunch
Fell in love with the trap
Might stay for a lil' minute

Cause I'm makin' way too much
Fell in love with the quagen
I drank that shit way more
Than I drank fruit punch

And I want me a fast car
With a 4 seater
So I bought me a Lambo truck
Me and Melly in the function

Playin' the music
It's gettin' real lit
Man we getting so crunk
And I keep the sword on me like trunks

I had no bread
Had to share a lil' bunk
Your jewelry is fake
So you gettin' a lump

Y'all n****s is lame
Y'all ain't gettin' no hunnids
Fourth down n****s
Know we ain't never puntin

Hell yeah she was cappin
Hell yeah she was frontin
She capped to her man
She told him she love him

Hundred points 4 quarters
Bitch I feel like wilt
Dunk on a nigga Shaquille oneal
Feeling like Chris Paul I get the steal
900 wins man I feel like phil
10 k in the ksubis This shit gettin' real

Margiela is sittin' all over my heel
Margiela is sittin' all over my heel
My n****s stay in that field
Bitch n****s talk down get killed

Don't got a shot off a pill
Bitch n****s talk down get drilled
X pill makin' me feel somethin
Bad bitch tryna make me kill somethin

You broke I know you feel dumb
Smoke gas I can't even feel nothin
All my n****s dangerous
Talk down we keep that flame with us

Keep an MP5 on my side
Lil' n****s don't play with us
Got drakes and such
Walk in that lil' n****s house

Like he got a payment bruh
Just face it yo
You will never be me
I came from the basement yo

Just face it yo
And I spit wokhardt on my jeans
Freak ho park down my beans
That Glock stay in my dream

And I'm slayin' that pack with the team
And this Kel-Tec came with a beam
Meant for a Roscoe for that seat
I want money I want green bitch

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