Lyrics Mr. Do The Dash.lrc BabyTron
[id: pshxifwv]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Megatron]
[ti: Mr. Do The Dash]
[length: 03:10]
[00:02.23]Reach for a chain? Boy, your ass made a hu—, alright
[00:05.05]What up, BlueStrip? (Ooh, it’s BlueStrip, baby)
[00:07.44]Phew, yeah
[00:09.53]Reach for a chain? Boy, your ass made a huge mistake
[00:11.84]Mr. Do The Dash in the coupe, no, I don’t use the brakes
[00:14.20]Why the fuck you got a vest on? We came to shoot your face
[00:16.50]Star player, came a long way from when I hooped on crates (Hey)
[00:20.02]You still working two to eight
[00:21.52]I still hit the set everyday and run through some pape’
[00:23.84]Smelling like a pound of Za’ in the newest Bape
[00:26.29]I cannot put you on the play, all you do is flake
[00:28.68]I cannot put you on the team, your stats looking rough
[00:31.18]I cannot show you how to whip, but uncy cook it up
[00:33.56]Two Glocks tucked, buying ice, lil’ bitch, I’m good in Hutch
[00:35.91]Been the plug this whole time, I had to go and hook it up
[00:38.34]First class flight straight to Heaven, Glocky took him up
[00:40.75]Every dub, I gotta take a dime and go and put it up
[00:43.76]You be scared where I be, ’cause you ain’t hood enough
[00:45.79]They ain’t never catch my hitman ’cause his hood was up (Brrt)
[00:48.48]Bitch, I refuse to be outperformed
[00:50.60]In a droptop, heard you stuck in the house with chores
[00:53.29]She ain’t throwing neck? Jazzy Jeff, throw her out the door
[00:55.47]Exotic vernors, pint of yeah ’round, think I’m ’bout to pour
[00:57.84](A few minutes later) think I’m ’bout to snore
[01:00.20]Grown man stash, I can pull a hundred out my drawer
[01:02.60]Road runner, up shit whether I go South or North
[01:04.93]High as hell eating chili cheese fries without a fork (Shit)
[01:08.31]Spill my double cup and left the floor sticky
[01:10.16]Stone Island pants on my legs, these ain’t no Dickies
[01:12.80]Bitch sent her CashApp, this lil’ ho so silly
[01:15.17]Set the play up for lil’ bro, that’s the coach in me
[01:17.60]Fully switch on this bitch, boy, this ain’t no semi
[01:19.84]Trackhawks and Hellcats around, these ain’t no Hemis
[01:22.51]Made it off the harder way, but I don’t know Penny
[01:24.52]Bankroll cotton candy, you ain’t gon’ see no twenties
[01:27.29]What I’m drinking muddy, I ain’t sipping on no Casamigos
[01:29.72](Who at the door?)
[01:30.63]Fucked around, I almost shot the peephole
[01:31.80]Thinking that you Southwest T, but you ain’t got a kilo
[01:34.43]Throw that bitch all the way down, call me Tron Marino
[01:36.86]Bitch, I’m forever fresh, yeah, I got the juice
[01:39.50]Hand cake to the cashier, I’m just copping shoes
[01:41.82]You got some nerve in that coat, boy, that is not a Goose
[01:44.23]Where the fuck 12 Mile Kyle? Boy, we gotta shoot
[01:46.66]I need a six or a four, I can’t drop a deuce
[01:49.02]Down in TX, I’m off a eight, feeling chopped and screwed
[01:51.47]Dawg broke-ass cracked a joke but I am not amused
[01:54.01]Sleeve Nash, I’ll close my eyes while I lob the ‘oop
[01:56.40]Man, put that motherfucking gun down
[01:58.95]’Cause we both know you not ’bout to shoot
[02:00.89]European sneaks on my feet, can’t pronounce the shoes
[02:03.59]Men in Black type shit, shootin’, hoppin’ out the coupe (Phew)
[02:06.25]Thousand shots to his crib, now his house a roof
[02:08.25]Can’t say exactly, but it’s big shit I’m ’bout to do
[02:10.55]Last dude I punched, two weeks ’til they found his tooth
[02:12.95]Why you talking big money shit? You never counted blues
[02:15.25]Fuck (Fuck), damn, shit (Damn, shit), two hundred on the dash
[02:17.98]Shit changed, got up off my ass, I’m running to the bag
[02:20.35]Try some bullshit? Gang and ‘nem gon’ up a couple MAGs
[02:22.62]Backwood, puff, puff, puff, bitch, fuck a pass
[02:25.08]Somewhere tucked on the West with a quarter ticket on me
[02:27.43]Flying trough the hood, hit the Coney with the pistol on me
[02:29.83]Shit, I can’t smell what you cooking, you a big jabroni
[02:32.24]We gon’ put you six feet deep, up a fist up on me (Brrr)
[02:35.46]Somewhere sinning with a pair of Christians on me (Brrr)
[02:37.57]Bitch do a trick, she done turned to a gymnast on me (Brrr)
[02:40.39]No rap cap, I got some shit up on me (Brr-brr)
[02:42.38]No rap cap, a thousand shots you tried get up on me
[02:44.53]Engine purring, skrrting ’round, flowing in the Jag’ truck
[02:46.92]Thank God I’m up, all them times I had some bad luck
[02:49.49]Spent your life savings on these damn buffs
[02:51.58]Scam God, I won’t stop ’til I’m in some hand cuffs
[02:54.21]Phew, hey
[02:56.51]ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
[02:59.26]You know what the fuck going on
[03:01.93]Hey, hey
[03:04.37](Ooh, it’s BlueStrip, baby)
[03:07.23]Year of Release: 2022