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s.dot - cash app lyrics
[intro]
glizzy, whatchu’ cookin’ up?
(woo!) x3
(eskedit!) x3
(dotarachi!) x3
(look), call me dot_a_rachi!
[verse]
call me dotarachi
that man back!
extended, it look like a pair of [?]!
when we in your venue, i need my deposit, no talkin’
they gon’ have to pay a check
my shawty, he on it, he drillin’, lil’ bro do the most
but i swear he be sayin’ less
boot up i’m in [?], no xanax
foreign car beat when it bagbak
roll up, the opps get it
boy you ain’t smokin’ no loud
that’s a bad batch
i get some top, i ain’t smash that
can’t f_ck on that b_tch, got a bad back
don’t f_ck with these rappers, it’s only my bruddas
have four sn_tch yo chain, make you bagbak
glizzy got chrome in the [?]
just caught a play off the cash app (gang)
we standin on business
sprint a van, i packed it up with the k!llas
cut a thot off, she was up in her feelin’s
get some choppa then i’m up and i finish
(aye), sn_tch a n_gga pendant
in the trenches, tryna catch a n_gga in it
where ya’ cut it, then i bag it in a minute
gotta drop, ‘cuz they been begging for a minute
(look), a n_gga dropped a bag on my head
well go get ya money back
all of these f_ck n_ggas on some fed sh_t
they don’t know the facts
draco, draco, tote that motherf_cker wit’ a shoulder strap
f_ck around wit’ the lean and the perkys
i overslept
grinding hard, it wasn’t sh_t overnight
pack in, it got sent on a flight
in [?]_live, i got in wit’ my pipe
n_gga tweak, then we end ’em to’nite
(then we end ’em tonight)
(look)
(then we end ’em tonight)
know wassup when you come to my city
tryna get these bands
tweakin’ wit’ the fans
on my instagram goin’ live wit’ me
don’t play crazy
got ‘dem forty_fives wit’ me
in here ‘hunnit deep, throwin’ b’s
they like, “he ain’t slime, is he?”
“why you talkin’ money? he don’t have any.”
pack touch, i’ma sell it tomorrow
can’t tuck this, that fan is too large
i had to relax on the pills
i’m bossin’, i’m sweatin’ too hard
[outro]
trap spot do a lotta numbers
so you know it’s busy
whole lotta free smoke
i jus’ bought another glizzy
call the gang and pack the sprinter up
we hit another city
and i love to f_ck a check up
it wasn’t nothin’ really
(count up, gang) x3
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