DALLAS, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Ima keep working if you say so

I been banking on my bank roll

Yeah they say they love you but until they

Get your payroll

They gon switch up on ya jit

Yo the marijuanas lit

Make sure yo ass don't get hit

Popped like all your homies

She say she don't know me

Dont matter where I'm going

Only if it's snowing

Didnt go to hoco

They say I'm antisocial

I guess that makes me broke broke

To me you just a joke joke

Not like one person in my school

Thinks that ima make it

I been grinding

And been patient

Wait for god to humble satan

We just loving we not dating

And this paper I been chasing

Go spend that on a Mercedes

Unless you call me baby

Want some money gotta make me

Show off all your toys

We gon run up on them boys

Blow they brains out with some noise

Ay

Drive byes

High fives

Like five guys

With fries

Blow your top off

You a buy guy

Your daddy now a shy guy

Make sure he not dead

He gon run up on you jit

He gon run up now you hit

Hit his body now you deserve it

Just got a laferrari don't care that I'm Swerving

They gon sue me for some hits guess Im just Learning

Crazy for this money you've been yearning

Racks in a shoebox

Used to take pics from a two stock

Now I hit licks with these loose rocks

Phony you a fake you got fool glocks

Homeless shelter like some food dropped

Used to go crazy when Fubu dropped

Only goin for my broken down family

That used to trap like we brazy and Throwing different dime likes we Brady

All in a Mercedes

Bending it back like dababy

4PF 2 you my baby

Baby

I know you liked that fast rap

But I'm more focused on the cash wrapped

Less focused when the crack hit

Quick please get off your trash shi-

Quick please get off that trap shi-

Last thing I heard from you was so tragic

We know you got HIV like you magic

Make your homies like it's magic

Drive byes

High fives

Like five guys

With fries

Blow your top off

You a buy guy

Your daddy now a shy guy

Make sure he not dead