Dash

[Chorus: Inch, Chris Brown]

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Wah)

She have to grip it and dash it (Wah-wah-wah-wah)

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Wah)

She have to grip it and dash it (Ow! Wah-wah-wah-wah)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Look, light a spliff up (Spliff up)

You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures (Nope! Pictures)

Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP

We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitch up (Your bitch up)

Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas

I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us

She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us (Smoke with us)

I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her (Bow hit her)

Damn, girl, I know your nigga mad (Nigga mad)

'Cause now he gotta buy a bigger bag (Bigger bag)

Diamond rings and poppin' tags (Haha)

And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass (Ooh, haha)

They callin' me crazy (Crazy)

You know a nigga really got some screws loose (Yeah)

Yeah, but come try to play (Uh-huh)

I got a hundred killers on the other end of this BlueTooth (Bang-bang)

[Chorus: Inch, Littlez]

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Uh, wah)

She have to grip it and dash it (Yeah, wah-wah-wah-wah)

[Verse 2: Littlez, Sleeks]

Man mash then dash it (Dash)

Get cash, I stack and splash it (Cash)

Get brick on tick, I'll smash it (Yeah)

Bad B, she dash, not flash it (Uh)

Naughty, she call me papi (Papi)

Early morning, I get trappy (Trappy)

Dirty, that girl here trashy (Dirty)

Can't smoke with man, she's ashy (Skrrt!)

War time, move black, no khaki (Boi)

Them boy just foolin' fasty (Fool)

Too sharp, nah, them can't style me (Uh)

Step in the club in my trackies (Step in)

Man put that girl in a taxi (Taxi)

She get down low on my lappy (Low, yo)

Foreign jawns when I grab weed (Uh, foreign, uh)

Tell her run and make it snappy (Boss)

[Verse 3: Sleeks]

Reebok (Uh), Classic (Jawns)

Tracksuit with a package (Ayy)

Sip lock plus a 'matic (Bang-bang)

Bang-bang, make you backflip (Shoo)

Jar-jar full of herbs

Bad bitches and curves

Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin' (Skrrt)

Section Boyz, that's the word

Never see me with a dead ting (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

No, big spliff make your head spin

London boy in a London ting

Man a act bad, but they run from him

Tracksuit, hat and a tee, phone bling

Run through pack onto a next ting

Grip it, dash it

Run up, clap it

Gang gang gang on the warla ting

[Chorus: Inch]

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Wah)

She have to grip it and dash it (Wah-wah-wah-wah)

[Verse 4: Swift, Deepee]

My ting, the maddest (Maddest)

Ring-ring, you have it? (Ring-ring)

Stink brick in the attic (Huh)

Watch bro whip it in Hannas (Huh)

All my bitches got manners (Uh-uh)

Linky link, love the mandem (Peng-peng)

Switch the sim at random

Bling-bling, man's flashin' (Bling-bling)

Where you comin' from? Hattons

Your ting keeps attin' (Mm)

Kinda embarrasin'

Dash a pussy like a javelin

Do it in the house I'm trappin' in (D-House)

Like oh-oh, when I'm mashin' it (Oh)

She from 4, 4, but she travellin' (Uh)

And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'? (4)

[Verse 5: Deepee]

Light it, rass it

If it's akh, I'll pass it (Yeah)

Them man are all soft, them targets (True)

I'll take a man's pack, go home and loft it

Off like a bastard (Ha), man's charged up (Ayy-ayy)

If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin' (Money)

Fuck your family tree

We got a family trees in man's garden (True)

I got grams of trees, but who's askin'? (Trees)

Not a car, but ki's get me started (Mm)

I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan

Man's calm but try and harm my G's and you'll starfish (Bop-bop)

Body work, body work, body work (Food)

Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits (Ew)

Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy

They talk the talk, but man walk it (Walk it)

[Chorus: Inch]

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Wah)

She have to grip it and dash it (Wah-wah-wah-wah)

Lock it (Wah)

Rise and pop it (Woi, huh?)

The shoe dem sharp (Yeah, wah)

The flow, dem classic (Wah)

You see the flow, eh, dog? (Woi, woi)

You have to pull it and dash it (Yeah, wah)

Any how she come suh (Wah)

She have to grip it and dash it