DND lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Like, every opp shot
b*tch
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
(Gor on the track, b*tch)
Like

[Verse 1]
Why they talkin' like I don't put on? (Grrah)
I see me a opp and I always perform (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And they popped and they blow
Never cappin' in raps, live the sh*t that I wrote (Like)
n*gga cappin', you chillin' on ThirdSide, then he got beat, switched him to the opp side
I know all my Trendies, they gon' ride (Grrah, like)
One phone call and I know that they gon' slide (Every opp shot)
n*gga dumb, he got lined by a b*tch (Grrah)
Fell off a stretcher, now he in a ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Hold on the wheel while I dump out the whip (Like)
How you ran on ya mans when he fell and he tripped? (Every opp shot)
f*ck that, we gon' bend on the 8 (Like)
Leave Rubi hangin' from a gate (Suck my di*k)
Rubi a b*tch, she got spit in her face (8OH, like)
And we smokin' on Rah and this sh*t got me laced (Like, 8OHK, grrah)

[Chorus]
I'ma hop out the V, start dumpin' (Grrah)
Do a drill, heart start pumpin' (Grrah-grrah, boom)
n*ggas be cappin', but still ain't do nothin' (Like)
We spin through the 8 and we aimin' for muffins (Every opp shot)
And you know that we smokin' on D and D
You n*ggas a lie, you not seein' me
Pay me for a verse and this sh*t is not free (Grrah)
And I swear when you see me, put me on a tee (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[Verse 2]
Like, how you go out on a mission? (Like)
Could never be me, I woulda got to clickin' (Every opp shot)
Sendin' shots, I bet I never miss (Like)
And I'm always on timin', the way that I'm dissin' (On hots)
Rah Rah died, left his brains in the cab (Grrah)
See a YG, I'ma let it clap (Every opp shot)
'Lilah be bussin', got me feelin' smacked
And we smokin' on Mexi, roll him off a flat (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
And you b*tches know better, don't at me
Scary b*tches, they look and walk past me
If I catch Bri, leave her ass in a alley
And no we not lackin' in taxis
Murda B, she gon' geek on the track
And it's never the cap when I'm talkin' the facts
How many b*tches be runnin' their mouths (Grrah)
I don't know why the f*ck n*ggas chat on the app (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Chorus]
I'ma hop out the V, start dumpin' (Like)
Do a drill, heart start pumpin' (Every opp shot)
n*ggas be cappin', but still ain't do nothin' (Grrah)
We spin through the 8 and we aimin' for muffins (Suck my di*k)
And you know that we smokin' on D and D
You n*ggas a lie, you not seein' me (Grrah)
Pay me for a verse and this sh*t is not free
And I swear when you see me, put me on a tee (Every opp shot)
[Outro]
b*tch, suck my di*k
Die Drilly, grrah
Every opp shot