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