Marching Band

(Dakota)

(The fuck going on, maajins)

That boy is laced like a motherfucking strain

Find out you talking, shoot him where he lay

I don't like the talking, got too much to say

But I'm finna fuck that lil' ho anyway

These niggas mad 'cause I came up

All of my opps, I got too much to name 'em

Don't fuck with nobody, stay with my day ones

If he wanna play with the gang then I call up my shooter

He stay with a stick like a marching band

We finna leave that boy running (yeah)

Lil' 600, they call me Dakota

You already know how I'm coming (yeah)

These niggas think that I'm telling them

Good job, with all the money I'm thumbing (yeah)

That ho, she listen to all of my music

She called me, she tell me she love it

All this gas, huh, punching

My bitch bad, huh, russian

Pull up with k's, huh, busting

I'm getting real money, you getting oth' shit

You tried to change, huh, the subject

Don't wanna speak, huh, discussion

That ho a gnat, huh, disgusting

Feel like sofaygo the way that I'm clutching

I put the racks right in the safe

She wanna try it, give her a taste

Don't fuck with you, get the fuck out my face

We finna get that boy gone, erased

Feeling like nick how I stay with my cannon

I call up Zack Bia, we get that shit managed

I left that girl hurt, I think she need a bandage

You talking, then we doing damage

She in the past so I leave her behind me

Pull out the sword, just like Tiandi

Hilfiger, ride with that tech or the Tommy

She on my meat, I ain't talking salami

He off the wock', man, he look like a zombie

Shooter from Florida, he look like a palm tree

Got an assignment then my niggas on it

I'm from the ship, it's a lab with the rocket

My niggas angel, we send him to heaven

Up the whip trapping, I stay with the mac-11

Fuck up the whip, man, it's dented

Broke ass nigga, you know that that shit is rented

My niggas trap out the 7-eleven

I'm getting racks and I ain't talking tennis

Stay with the bulls and I ain't talking Dennis

If he wanna play with the gang then I call up my shooter

He stay with a stick like a marching band

We finna leave that boy running (yeah)

Lil' 600, they call me Dakota

You already know how I'm coming (yeah)

These niggas think that I'm telling them

Good job, with all the money I'm thumbing (yeah)

That ho, she listen to all of my music

She called me, she tell me she love it

All this gas, huh, punching

My bitch bad, huh, russian

Pull up with k's, huh, busting

I'm getting real money, you getting oth' shit

You tried to change, huh, the subject

Don't wanna speak, huh, discussion

That ho a gnat, huh, disgusting

Feel like sofaygo the way that I'm clutching