Door Dash ft. Ray Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too ahead of my time, but got time I can't get back

Whole fit Prada, leave it to the hoes to mix match

Niggas be the feds, phone carrier is dispatch

Need their cap pushed to the side, like tip hat

Grown ass niggas, where your crib and your whip at?

Count got the lifestyle to get you niggas bitch snatched

Profit from the fiends, get some bricks in some gift wrap

Had the rocks, yeah they Rolling Stones, call it Mick Jag

Got it off the muscle

Still got the dog, I ain't never had a fucking muzzle

Shawty hair long, bitch lookin' like Rapunzel

Man, I love cold a bitch, that still got some fucking hustle

Yeah, yeah

And she gon earn her keep.

Bring me back some racks, then I fuck her pretty ass to sleep

This ain't TLC baby

(Aight let's hop on this joint)

Copped a Uber for yo bitch

I'mma call that Door Dash

Why you talking all that shit?

If you don't want your door smashed

Bitch I'm Lil Omee, every mother fucker knows that

Got yo bitch on all fours, imma call that doormat

She just left my crib, now I'm going back

Boutta blow her back, Bite her lip

Got that shit attached I don't need a strap

Time to dip yeah (yea)

I make it quick yeah (yea)

Just take a sip yeah (yea)

Open the zip (uh)

Made her open wide, I ain't a dentist

I'm feeling like Danny

Went to school and got detention

I'm feeling a Xanny

Hop in the whip it's uncanny

Fucking that bitch and her granny

Fucking that bitch at the Grammys

Doing that shit like her daddy

I got extensions yea (Yea)

I got suspended yea (Yea)

I feel the tension yea (Yea)

I got impatient yeah

Got me lots of drip, just get a bucket

Got Lots of cash, not a budget

You get offended, you puppet

At the top is a summit

I won some shit you can touch it

I'm on a level above it

Don't ever ask just fuck it

I want the cake, not a muffin

I got some not a dozen

Bitch I'm at the summit

You know wassup I'm at the top