Don Dada Flow*

What you gonna do, when them shooters come at you?

We got bread on his head, ain't too long 'fore he dead

I got killers on that fent, I got dogs in the pen

Free T3, that boy a vet

Call him M, he'll do it again

Told lil bro go make a mess, he workin' on his seventh hat

Do it right, fuck her twice

One take, no double backs

Yeah, still sleep with a shank

Knock shit back, we make you plank 'em

I got millions in the bank

Used to wash clothes in the sink

Ain't heard about me? We make shit pop

Take one from who? Take thesе shots

Target practice, put 'em in a box

I run thе list, one on the pot

Ain't no cut, this shit straight drop

Sugar to shit, I done seen it rot

Double drum, double D's, make you say "bomboclat"

In the slums with the ski's sniffin' on gunpowder

I see red, covered by the blue

Get trauma unit when I see you

Real deal shooter, I ain't never had no fluke

White boy go crazy, remind me of Luka, yeah

Chewing on me like a [?]

Bitch so bad that I don't need a rubber

She don't know I'm beefin' with her brother

I'm just tryna get the drop so I can flush 'em

Fucked up in the head, I'll go on a streak

How many opps we-