Cousin Stizz – Dash

Went back to the trap
Pockets jump like jacks
Yeah
They tell me get it and I’m on his back
Six will play you like a quarterback
Had to ask about who taught her that
I just focus on what’s here and there
All that extra shit ain’t gonna last
You be letting all your moments pass
We just reaching for the stars and past

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash
[Verse 2]
Better tell ’em ’bout me
Tell ’em turn me up
I step in Saint Laurent
Same color Henny-punch
Bro got to send me up
I need the bread for lunch
I got her head by brunch
I only met her once
Where I be dressin’ like everyday easter
I touch a pack and go hasta la vista
Came from the gutter need my wallet greasy
Play with my boys we gon’ Friday-thirteenth ya
When you get money it’s harder to reach ya
I need two demons identical features
Fucking on twins that’s identical creachers
You niggas stuck in the bleachers

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, no pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash [Intro]
I got too much
Ooh
Haha
Yeah
[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash
[Verse 1]
Fast, fast
Different class
Two gon’ need rehab
Nightmares make me laugh
They wear, masks
Man who got the facts?