Sidelines lyrics

[Intro]
GloryTee

[Verse 1]
We put the stick to your dome
That little boy runnin' home
That b*tch, she off the Patrón
She can't feel her face anymore
And the gas got me movin' slow
That b*tch tryna take off her clothes
Lil' b*tch, I need a hundred or more
But I'm rich, so I'm in the back of the coupe with a bad ho, she getting naked
b*tch, I'm a G.O.A.T., you can't even debate it
You shopping old while I'm shopping in latest
Want me to wife you, we ain't even dating
Not talking haircut, we getting faded
My n*ggas run in and we got to evade it
Don't really carе about these f*ck n*ggas hating
'Cause I'm gеtting numbers just like an equation

[Chorus]
b*tch, I be getting the money, the chicken, like Popeyes
f*ck n*gga talking on gang, then he might die
Pull up with the stick, make him watch like a Sci-Fi
f*ckin' his b*tch and I gave her a high-five
He wanted beef, gave it to him like Five Guys
My n*ggas pullin' up deep with like five guys
This ho be saying, "Dakota a fly guy"
I'm in the game while they watching from sidelines
[Verse 2]
That ho, she giving it up
She said she want me to pay for her butt
Stay with my dogs, man, I stay with a mutt
Surgeon, the bullet go right through his gut
b*tch, I'm a king, I ain't talking 'bout Tut
Diamonds expensive, you can't even touch
That b*tch is eating the di*k up for lunch
b*tch, I'm the captain, ain't talking 'bout crunch
I'm in the hood where you can't even go
She wanna f*ck, well we keepin' it low
Face in the ground, think you need to reload
Feeling like Faygo, we knock at your door
I'm going up you can tell by the lick
My choppa hot, you can tell by the heat
I'm getting bread you can tell by the fit
b*tch, I'm Dakota, can tell by the beep
b*tch, I'm the Orgin, Adam and Eve
After I hit it, I tell her to leave
Man, it's so hot that I can't even see
I'm doing sh*t that you do in your dreams
Big Fiftenhunnid, I stay with my team
Me and the best, there ain't no in between
I'm going up, it ain't hard to believe
I'm shooting sh*t far away like a three
They telling me that I'm mid
n*gga, the only thing mid is your mother
These n*ggas keep tryna ratio
I'm racing inside of a hummer
They telling me I'm a TikTok rapper
The Rollie on me really tick-tock
Feel like Tana, I hop in the SRT
And b*tch, I ain't taking a pitstop
[Chorus]
b*tch, I be getting the money, the chicken, like Popeyes
f*ck n*gga talking on gang, then he might die
Pull up with the stick, make him watch like a Sci-Fi
f*ckin' his b*tch and I gave her a high-five
He wanted beef, gave it to him like Five Guys
My n*ggas pullin' up deep with like five guys
This ho be saying "Dakota a fly guy"
I'm in the game while they watching from sidelines