Marching Band

Dakota) (The fuck going on, Maajins) That boy is laced like a motherfucking strain Find out you talking, shoot him where he lay I don't like the talking, got too much to say But I'm finna fuck that lil' ho anyway These niggas mad 'cause I came up All of my opps, I got too much to name 'em Don't fuck with nobody, stay with my day ones If he wanna play with the gang then I call up my shooter He stay with a stick like a marching band We finna leave that boy running (Yeah) Lil' 600, they call me Dakota You already know how I'm coming (Yeah) These niggas think that I'm telling them, "Good job," With all the money I'm thumbing (Yeah) That ho, she listen to all of my music She called me, shе tell me she lovе it All this gas, huh, punching My bitch bad, huh, Russian Pull up with K's, huh, busting I'm getting real money, you getting oth' shit You tried to change, huh, the subject Don't wanna speak, huh, discussion That ho a gnat, huh, disgusting Feel like SoFaygo the way that I'm clutching I put the racks right in the safe She wanna try it, give her a taste Don't fuck with you, get the fuck out my face We finna get that boy gone, erased Feeling like Nick how I stay with my cannon I call up Zack Bia, we get that shit managed I left that girl hurt, I think she need a bandage You talking, then we doing damage She in the past so I leave her behind me Pull out the sword, just like Tiandi Hilfiger, ride with that Tech or the Tommy She on my meat, I ain't talking salami He off the Wock', man, he look like a zombie Shooter from Florida, he look like a palm tree Got an assignment then my niggas on it I'm from the ship, it's a lab with the rocket My niggas angel, we send him to heaven Up the whip trapping, I stay with the MAC-11 Fuck up the whip, man, it's dented Broke ass nigga, you know that that shit is rented My niggas trap out the 7-Eleven I'm getting racks and I ain't talking tennis Stay with the bulls and I ain't talking Dennis If he wanna play with the gang then I call up my shooter He stay with a stick like a marching band We finna leave that boy running (Yeah) Lil' 600, they call me Dakota, you already know how I'm coming (Yeah) These niggas think that I'm telling them, "Good job," With all the money I'm thumbing (Yeah) That ho, she listen to all of my music She called me, she tell me she love it All this gas, huh, punching My bitch bad, huh, Russian Pull up with K's, huh, busting I'm getting real money, you getting oth' shit You tried to change, huh, the subject Don't wanna speak, huh, discussion That ho a gnat, huh, disgusting Feel like SoFaygo the way that I'm clutching