Dash (feat. Section Boyz & OHB)

[Inch]

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The shoe dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come suh

She have to grip it and dash it

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The shoe dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come suh

She have to grip it and dash it

[Chris Brown]

Look, light a spliff up

You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures

Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP

We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitches

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

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

Damn girl, I know your nigga mad

Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag

Diamond rings and poppin' tags

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

They callin' me crazy

You know a nigga really got some screws loose

Yeah, but come try to lay

I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

[Inch]

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The shoe dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come suh

She have to grip it and bash it

[Littlez]

Man mash then dash it

Get cash, I stack and splash it

Get brick on thick, I'll smash it

Bad B, she dash, not flash it

Naughty, she call me papi

Early morning, I get trappy

Dirty, that girl here trashy

Can't smoke with man she's ashy

War time, move black, no khaki

Them boy just foolin' fasty

2 sharp, na them can't style me

Step in the club in my trackies

Man put that girl in a taxi

She get down low on my lappy

Foreign jawns when I grab weed

Tell her run, make it snappy

[Sleeks]

Reebok, classic

Tracksuit with a package

Sip lock plus a mattik

Bang bang, make you back flip

Jar jar full of herbs

Bad bitches and curves

Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'

Section Boyz, that's the word

Never see me with a dead ting

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 T, phone bling

Run through pack onto a next ting

Grip it, dash it

Run up, clap it

Gang gang gang on the warla ting

[Inch]

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The show dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come suh

She have to grip it and dash it

[Swift]

My ting, the maddest

Ring ring, you have it?

Stink brick in the attic

Watch bro whip it in Hannas

All my bitches got manners

Linky link, love the mandem

Switch the sim at random

Bling bling, man's flashin'

Where you comin' from? Hattons

Your ting keeps attin'

Kinda embarrasin'

Dash a pussy like a javelin

Do it in the house I'm trappin' in

Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it

She from 4, 4, but she travellin'

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

[Deepee]

Light it, rass it

If it's akh, i'll pass it

Them man are all soft, them targets

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

Off like a bastard, man's charged up

If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'

Fuck a family tree

We got a family trees in man's garden

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

Not a car but keys get me started

I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan

Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish

Body work, body work, body work

Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits

Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy

They talk the talk but man walk it

[Inch]

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The shoe dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come South

She have to grip it and dash it

Lock it

Rise and pop it

The shoe dem sharp

The flow, dem classic

You see the flow, eh dog?

You have to pull it and dash it

Any how she come South

She have to grip it and dash it