Dos’Tango lyrics

[Chorus: SEBZERA]
I'ma pull up on 'em with that f*ckin' choppa (Choppa)
Make a n*gga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata)
Way too high right now, I feel like a helicopter (Poh-poh)
Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha-ha)
I don't give no f*cks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha-ha)
I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha-ha)
They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha-ha)
And I keep it rollin' b*tch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha-ha)

[Verse 1: SEBZERA]
Guns, keep 'em in my trunk (Yeah)
Darius, I dunk (Yeah)
On just 'bout everyone (Yeah)
And I hit lil' b*tch for fun (Yeah)
When I feel like feelin' none (Yeah)
When I feel like this, then I feel like killin' on a gin and rum
When I feel like this, then I might just f*ck around and kill yo' son
When I feel like this, then I might just put my di*k up in yo' daughter

[Chorus: SEBZERA]
I'ma pull up on 'em with that f*ckin' choppa (Choppa)
Makе a n*gga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata)
Way too high right now, I feel like a helicoptеr (Poh-poh)
Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha)
I don't give no f*cks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha)
I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha)
They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha)
And I keep it rollin' b*tch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha)
[Verse 2: Prompto]
Yeah, she bad
Know' she count this cash
Fast never last, 150 on the dash
Ass fat, gotta brag
'Cause you know we smoking, all I see is grey
All this green a hot box, put it in a safe
This ain't no bachata, put you in your place
My girl like barista, give me Creme Brûlée
Bobby like bouche, don't care what you say
Coming up, duce
Going up, Tuesday
Titty boy, two chains got me like touche
Switchin' up, two lanes
I'ma, I'ma

[Chorus: SEBZERA & Prompto]
I'ma pull up on 'em with that f*ckin' choppa (Choppa, with the choppa)
Make a n*gga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata, no bachata)
Way too high right now, I feel like a helicopter (Poh-poh, helicopter)
Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha-ha, hoe that's drunk)
I don't give no f*cks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha-ha, off some chunks)
I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha-ha, off the hunch)
They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha-ha, in the trunk)
And I keep it rollin' b*tch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha-ha)