Ratchet Dapper Dan ft. The Biggest Letter E. Lyrics

Call me Dapper Dan

Picked your bitch right off the gram

Is he mixed or is he tan

There's just no way you can hate

And he got a lot of hoes

Eat the spinach, then it grows

need a scrimmage, steal the show

Play the cards and fill the safe

I'm a blunt smoker, one hand choker

Deep throat thrower

Keep a loaded pistol in my holster

I'm a let her ride it, roller coaster

Tell him if you love her, please don't post her

or tag her, don't tag her

Might bag her, look

Bag her like a grocery

Need the sloppy toppy

Only way that is suppose to be

Now pose for me

Got your baby mama posting me

Shit get disrespectful when you're everything you're supposed to be

Seen the boy become a man

Got them asking who I am

I just smile in their face like, wait

I'm the one you wanna know

And the team about to blow

Know, we running litty late

Aye aye

Keep it Benji Bill what you talking about

All my Homies real better watch your mouth

I'm Dapper Dan with my band

Getting bands in sedans

Got the fam in a limo tint

OK I'm Tarzan

Got my stone's shipped from Japan

Grow my beard out because I can

I'm too wavy with this shit

And the boys they talk in code

Yeah, we only speak in goat

You don't speak it yeah, we know

You and I are not the same

I'm a shot caller

Do my Vince Carter

Plug-in like a charger

Her daddy, but she's not my daughter

I sent the Addy, Jason slaughter

I quarterback and then I caught her

Like oooh shit fucking for days

Bitch so loud, I might catch a case

All that mouth might suck it away

I'm fucking her face a bus on her face

Keep it disrespectful

Pussy hotter than a kettle

Then I do my heavy metal

Pick a flower, flick her pedal

Seen the boy become a man

Got them asking who I am

I just smile in their face like, wait

I'm the one you wanna know

And the team about to blow

Know, we running litty late

Aye aye

Keep it Benji Bill what you talking about

All my Homies real better watch your mouth

I'm Dapper Dan with my band

Getting bands in sedans

Got the fam in a limo tint

Uh, i'm a go back in like

Aye

I know I got that shit told her top that shit

Like, please remind me

Ugh

Young Dreadhead with young drum head

Please don't mind me

Yuh yuh

Rock that, I'm a Boss fact's

Make a pop track really what you wanna do

Oooh oooh try and knock that

Ima stop that, see me block that

Russel Westbrook with the look

I'm getting this money

Said fuck all the funny

Bitch, I'm on a new one

Aye

Don't need it for nothing

Bitch, I am not bluffing

Then cut you like coupons

Uh uh

This was not overnight

Put in the overtime

Fuck your comparisons

Because last time I checked

I still look like a check

And this God flow is heaven sent

Wait a fucking minute light my blunt

And let my hair down

Pass it like I'm Rogers

Feel the Mary hit your chest now

Chief, cheif, up and away

Roll up the blunt, then it's back to the play

I got the ball, I been stacking these lays

I made the call, so they dug up the graves