Yung Drippy, Drippy Season, Riq - Dash Lyrics

Yeah
Whippin' that I8, I'm goin' fast
I'm bout to do the motherfuckin' dash
I pray to God that I never crash
I see your bitch and I wanna smash
Your bitch in the club and she shakin' ass
Bro through the oop, but he never pass
And I never study when I'm in class
Run to the guap, I feel like the Flash
Niggas don't wanna get money
Niggas don't wanna get paper
I see your bitch and I take her
I'm ballin' hard like the Lakers
Run up on me, meet your maker
I run back and forth just like the pacer
Love on that bitch, but never chase her
I want that bitch, but I'm not gon' chase her
I'm ballin' hard and I feel like the Lakers
I see your bitch and you know I'ma take her
I get a blow, ain't no taper
Bought a new whip, what I should name her
I tinted the windows, let's do the paint first
I am not J. Cole, I cannot save her
Run up on me, I'ma do you a favor
I count a hundred racks, I'm not a running back
Give me my money back, this shit ain't funny, man
I got some shit, make your boy do the running man
Keep talkin' shit, but I'm knowin' that you're a fan
Brodie watch how I step when I do my dance
Bro goin' crazy, he poppin' xans
I'm tryna get rich, that's my only plan
I seen a bad bitch shake it on Onlyfans
Whippin' that I8, I'm goin' fast
I'm bout to do the motherfuckin' dash
I pray to God that I never crash
I see your bitch and I wanna smash
Your bitch in the club and she shakin' ass
Bro through the oop, but he never pass
And I never study when I'm in class
Run to the guap, I feel like the Flash
Niggas don't wanna get money
Niggas don't wanna get paper
I see your bitch and I take her
I'm ballin' hard like the Lakers
Run up on me, meet your maker
I run back and forth just like the pacer
Love on that bitch, but never chase her

Yeah
Whippin' that I8, I'm goin' fast
I'm bout to do the motherfuckin' dash
I pray to God that I never crash
I see your bitch and I wanna smash
Your bitch in the club and she shakin' ass
Bro through the oop, but he never pass
And I never study when I'm in class
Run to the guap, I feel like the Flash
Niggas don't wanna get money
Niggas don't wanna get paper
I see your bitch and I take her
I'm ballin' hard like the Lakers
Run up on me, meet your maker
I run back and forth just like the pacer
Love on that bitch, but never chase her
I want that bitch, but I'm not gon' chase her
I'm ballin' hard and I feel like the Lakers
I see your bitch and you know I'ma take her
I get a blow, ain't no taper
Bought a new whip, what I should name her
I tinted the windows, let's do the paint first
I am not J. Cole, I cannot save her
Run up on me, I'ma do you a favor
I count a hundred racks, I'm not a running back
Give me my money back, this shit ain't funny, man
I got some shit, make your boy do the running man
Keep talkin' shit, but I'm knowin' that you're a fan
Brodie watch how I step when I do my dance
Bro goin' crazy, he poppin' xans
I'm tryna get rich, that's my only plan
I seen a bad bitch shake it on Onlyfans
Whippin' that I8, I'm goin' fast
I'm bout to do the motherfuckin' dash
I pray to God that I never crash
I see your bitch and I wanna smash
Your bitch in the club and she shakin' ass
Bro through the oop, but he never pass
And I never study when I'm in class
Run to the guap, I feel like the Flash
Niggas don't wanna get money
Niggas don't wanna get paper
I see your bitch and I take her
I'm ballin' hard like the Lakers
Run up on me, meet your maker
I run back and forth just like the pacer
Love on that bitch, but never chase her