Do the Dash

[Intro: Glorilla & JLongway]

Ayy, Lil Longway, pull up on me, fool

Where you at, bruh?

Man, I'm at the spot, come on pull up, do the dash real quick

Aight, bet, I’m on my way, hold up

Aight, bet

Aight

(Macaroni made it)

[Chorus: JLongway & Glorilla]

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin’ lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho

[Verse 1: Glorilla]

I'ma do the dash, ho, pedal to the gas, ho

Slidin' in a big body, I'm still goin' fast, though

Itty bitty, bitch, I’m litty, ridin’ solo through the city

Doin' a hundred, fuck a limit, fuck the cops and fuck a ticket

Nigga, bring them whips out, I love them fuckin’ fast cars

And I'ma do the dash in 'em like a fuckin' Nascar

12 get behind me, I’ma do the race like trackstars

And if you ain't down to ride, bitch, get out the damn car

[Chorus: JLongway & Glorilla]

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin' lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho

[Verse 2: JLongway]

I'm in the coupe with a hundred and I'm doin' a hundred

You play, then I'm gon' do one hundred

I'm really dyin' 'bout these chains and change, so you better get you some money

She wanna count all my change and wear all my chains, but I just want head like a bonnet (Come here)

These niggas chasin' the fame and wantin' some clout 'til I leave a hole in 'em like Funyun

Ayy, middle finger to the cops and trigger finger to the opps (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)

I be steppin' with some Glocks and a backpack with a chop (Ayy, .223)

Sneak diss and you get dropped, pull up slammin' like Bosh

Do the dash in the drop with a mask and a fifty shot

[Chorus: JLongway & Glorilla]

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho

We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those

Switchin' lanes doin' a hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho

Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho

Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma do the dash, ho

You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho

Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho