D.F.A Lyrics

Spin around

Told the lil bitch you bet not fuck around

3.5

Say the gas that we smoke, too fucking Loud

Bank accounts

Send ya I wit the 9

And you'll get work

That boy real shy wit that iron, know why he tucking, he'll get wacked

Spin around

Told the lil bitch you bet not fuck around

3.5

Say the gas that we smoke, too fucking Loud

Bank accounts

Send ya I wit the 9

And you'll get work

That boy real shy wit that iron, know why he tucking, he'll get wacked

Don't fuck around

making em sounds, Getting too loud

I get her wet

Don't come around

Ain't playin around

10 yr plus in this shit

This not a square

Sweat drippin my palm

My Drip is elite

This Blicky like a charm

Get obsolete

Pussy wet and it's bald

And it's dripping my tongue,

mmhm I make her scream

I Stepped in mud thru hell & back

Cant do no bidness wit no Rats

Don't fuck around boy you'll get touch

Protecting the brand we came from dust

Been humble, working and keeping dolo

my Dawg said it ain't enough

I spent a 20 on my whip

It's just sum things we don't discuss

Spin around

Told the lil bitch you bet not fuck around

3.5

Say the gas that we smoke, too fucking Loud

Bank accounts

Send ya I wit the 9

And you'll get work

That boy real shy wit that iron, know why he tucking, he'll get wacked

380 911 send his ass to heaven

Now He a pack

2018 we was up in Cali, wit biscotti

Smoking gas

2020 went back for packs

Had to flip that twice

And back to back

We had them packs, yea they wore hid right bottom of that duffle bag

Had to tell folks, can't be movin wock wit what was put up in that backpack

Real touchdown boys we flew in Miami wit about a half pou**d

We really trap trap and lil boy you'll get whack wacked

Pulled up in a black truck (mhmm)

And it is Matte black

Spin around

Told the lil bitch you bet not fuck around

3.5

Say the gas that we smoke, too fucking Loud

Bank accounts

Send ya I wit the 9

And you'll get work

That boy real shy wit that iron, know why he tucking, he'll get wacked

Spin around

Told the lil bitch you bet not fuck around

3.5

Say the gas that we smoke, too fucking Loud

Bank accounts

Send ya I wit the 9

And you'll get work

That boy real shy wit that iron, know why he tucking, he'll get wacked