Don Dada lyrics

[Chorus]
Don dada, beat a n*gga they gone take him off the roster
I send these bullets & leave yo head like some pasta
Won’t stop when the fat lady sing cuz I don’t listen to opera

[Verse 1]
Roll a opp up in a backwood then I put it in the air
I do the cash walk when the check clear racks in the air
I got some killas they a kill ya mistress we don’t play it fair
Pop pop pop pop Ima take him off the map
Triple S balenciagas on my feet
I iced my hoe out so it’s diamonds when she speak
I had to toe tag him i hit him 223
Got lil shawty in ha knees now she call it B-I-G
On the block get the rebound I’m taxing extras fees
I shoot a house better get down send bullets through ya teeth
Aye who be sliming like me
Take the doors off of the Jeep and do the drive by for free

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoking backwoods wit the opposition b*tches & I’m getting all the information
I get a walk through Wit a choppa ion need visitation
I’m sipping codeine taking heavy lean like a mental patient
I get a bankroll I show out put it in they faces

[Chorus]
Don dada, beat a n*gga they gone take him off the roster
I send these bullets & leave yo head like some pasta
Won’t stop when the fat lady sing cuz I don’t listen to opera
[Verse 2]
This one right here for hoes that snuck in my mama house
In this world That why I keep a pole I’m bold for the safest route
Let the truth be told these n*ggas hoes & don’t wanna shoot it out
Bout to cop a lamb & chop it up b*tch I took the ceiling out
Ima keep on trapping in the trap til my wrist get froze
Givenchy on my Toes like a n*gga walk on gold
Big GanGsta I’m a trap n*gga he say he looking for a plug n*gga where u at n*gga
Put that on my mama if u play then u get whacked n*gga
Randstad on his tshirt at the red light I might splat n*gga
Round of applause for the rookie of the year
I been trapping hard just to put rocks in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoking backwoods wit the opposition b*tches & I’m getting all the information
I get a walk through Wit a choppa ion need visitation
I’m sipping codeine taking heavy lean like a mental patient
I get a bankroll I show out put it in they faces

[Chorus]
Don dada, beat a n*gga they gone take him off the roster
I send these bullets & leave yo head like some pasta
Won’t stop when the fat lady sing cuz I don’t listen to opera