Dade County lyrics

[Intro]
Stop playing, young n*ggas
Stop playing, young n*ggas
Stop playing, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know [?] you know we ain't playin', yeah
We ain't playin' [?] (Black Money Boyz Deathrow, f*ck n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas know what it is, man
Stop playing with this sh*t, man
You know what's going on, man, yeah, man
[?] stop playin' with this sh*t [?]
Stop playin' with this sh*t [?]
Stop playin', f*ck n*gga (Yeah, Loko)

[Verse 1]
Only thing a b*tch good for is gettin' my di*k hard
All these hoes think they gangster but I'm the real boss
Hit the club, pop that pus*y, a b*tch get lost
If that ho ain't making money then she can kick rocks
Man, I hate a leechy b*tch that fake like she rich (Uh-huh)
b*tch, your MCM a fraud, his money counterfeit
Florida n*ggas, we do fraud but that's some more sh*t
Miami n*ggas, we go hard, I face-f*cked the b*tch

[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker sh*t (Yeah)
Blinding n*ggas with my wrist (Yeah)
And my golds look like Chris
I'ma ball hard on thеse hoes like a fist
Thеse jits ain't on sh*t (Stop playin')
Talking down, you get hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop playin')
I got rounds, hella clips (Stop playin')
Knock you down, you get flipped (You can get it)
[Verse 2]
Finesse the b*tch, f*ck the ho, ain't never stress the b*tch (Uh-huh)
I put my di*k in her mouth, tongue-wrestle this (Uh-huh)
I had to do it by myself, no help for this (Uh-huh)
You disrespectin' Dade County, I'll melt your sh*t (Let's go)
I'll leave you lonely, lil' homie, like you're introverted
You ain't a bad b*tch 'til you got a money purpose
I had to put on for my city 'cause I know we worth it (Stop playin')
You know I gotta do it big like a damn excursion

[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker sh*t (Yeah)
Blinding n*ggas with my wrist (Yeah)
And my golds look like Chris
I'ma ball hard on these hoes like a fist
These jits ain't on sh*t (Stop playin')
Talking down, you get hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop playin')
I got rounds, hella clips (Stop playin')
Knock you down, you get flipped (You can get it)