Dan Marino Lyrics

I hate gravy Yo girl be in my DM's just like Dan Marino

Don't go down that path, bullies eat you up like Mama Milo

He lucky he act straight away like I had gave him cappuccino

Tried to eat her but he had to shoot him through the peephole

Like it's Scooby-Doo, come inside, it's Kool-V in a minivan

They be glazin', they be hatin', I stay five just like I'm Vicky Vann

Let's go rack for rack, I can go all day, I got plenty bands

I can have your homie set, do it, make him a middleman

Roll up the window, down your hand up, strappy tractor, talk to me

Bike we in the drive-thru or the 220s, that's a 40 piece

In the spit up crime, doctor told him he had 14 weeks

We speak different languages, I speak money, you speak Portuguese

Fit cost two bands on a bad day and that's without the shoes

Walkin' like I'm Clyde back in the 90s, number 22

500 on the wrist and I was back in elementary school

Found white skin, got a body just like Betty Boop

Even Stevie Wonder, see I'm puttin' up these numbers

Always keep it, been framed, never been less than a hundred

They ones, they always been more than a cousin

That one dude like my fam, might as well call him my brother

Your girl be in my DMs, you like Dan Marino

Don't go down that path, bullies eat you up like Mama Milo

He lucky he act straight away like I had gave him cappuccino

Tried to eat her, but he had to shoot him through the peephole

Like it's Scooby-Doo, come and solve this clue, we in the minivan

We be blazin', they be hatin', I stay fire just like I'm Vicky Van

Let's go rack for rack, I can go all day, I got plenty bands

I can have your homies say, do it, make him a middleman