Don DaDa Lyrics

Know what the fuck goin' on

417, nigga, fuck your team nigga

Big 417, LongLive Melo, LongLive Jon, MeloMode, come on

How you tryna beef with us, but ain't never finna blow shit

That's like Texting, askin' me to match, but never smoke shit

And all that talkin' crazy on the net, don't get your folks hit

And I'm short, but I got some heart, so I ain't gotta grow shit

Know what the fuck goin' on

We hit they block a couple times, and they ain't spinnin' back

They talkin' on the net, but whole time, they ain't gettin' back

Do somethin' to me, I'm spinnin' back, we goin' tit for tat

Catch him tryna make some food, bitch, I'm shootin' where the kitchen at

And all the opps hate me, don't get no fuck, I'ma keep dissing

Catch that nigga tryna watch TV, let's leave the screen glitching

Step for real, you niggas never step, I guess our feet different

I'm tryna walk down on the whole car and leave the seat missing

Shit you a ho, but you fine, then the bitch so I might kiss you

If you don't let me fuck first night, on my next song, I might diss you

Nut on her face, ain't no towel, we gon' wipe it off with tissue

Damn look at it, that shit rippin', that's the only fucking issue

I go to school, pop a perc before, I walk up in the building

My teacher asks why I got all the answer's wrong, and why I'm trippin

I told her, bitch, get out my face, not look at me, I'm suspended

Look how I'm snappin' on the beat, and I'm just sayin' how I'm livin

Don Dada Wild Child, lil' bitch, I'm the only one

I told this bitch, she the only one, now she tryna have my son

And when we spinnin' with these Glocks, bitch, you better run walk up to him

Make him open up and shoot that nigga in his tongue

Alright, bet, it's time to put shit on the floor

I took a youngin' on the drill, and that lil' boy was scared to blow

But I got some love for him, still call him my lil' bro

But he fucked up, ain't goin' on no drill with me no more

old cheap-ass nigga, you ain't never dumped shit

I'm feelin' like Chicken P, bitch, I'm tryna buss a brick

Put that shit up in the blender, press the button, watch it mix

My white girl need a 8-ball, I'ma meet you there by 6

I'm a rapper, but it's good that I still know how to grit

Cause I got somethin' to go to if I don't blow up with this shit

I slowed down on the road, now I got my fein pissed

I gave her squeez trap number like if you need it, call this

Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

On my mama, nigga

I gave her squeeze trap number like if you need it, please call this

These nigga's cheap, then a , bitch, never sold shit

You niggas got them guns, but you ain't gone blow shit

I gave her squeeze trap number like if you need it, just call this