Dora & Bootz

Yeah, yeah,yeah Cook up You already know what we kame To do when we enter this bitkh Ya digg I really just be sliding on these hoes No fucks giving I Kan choose a bitkh but den what I gotta put that work in It's hard building somebody up Just for them to tear you down I went too hard for mufukas who Wouldn't do shit for me So now as you guessed it I gotta get me No question asked Just drop me off a bag If I do the dash bet I won't crash Smoke out the coupe She tote the strap We thug like dora and boots Behind me She gone shoot I used to fuck on a raw Now I don't know her at all She used to be like my dawg Now I don't know what went wrong Steady arguing All day Texting saying I'm tripping Nah bitkh u down bad Is you hearing what you saying I been tryna keep my head on Smokin hella gas Got me paranoid Ion really like talking on phones What you need I gotta tax you Heard it's cheaper to keep her I still passed her Need me a freaky lil bitkh Dats classy kall her Toxiana when she get ratchet She fell in love With high fashion Now I got her whipping up Hella organic Breaking tricks Like walla magic I Kan see her future no ciara Running plays Like John Madden Dis real izm Not Jake from State farm Playing with money Den you dead wrong Aye aye aye Bitch I worked Too hard for u just to Kum fuck up What I got going hoe down Bitch slow down Listen to these instructions And let's make some money Keep yo mouth klosed Break a trick like a kit Kat Take a day off drive yo whips around Eat hella organic Gimme that vegan smoothie Keep yo panties on den blow me If I do the dash bet I won't crash Smoke out the coupe She tote the strap We thug like dora and boots Behind me She gone shoot Fuck is you doing Talking to opps You outta pocket Had to kutt the bitkh off She was faggin off I ain't like it 1 Thing I don't need Is another bitkh Worried about another bitkh Dats sum kid shit Hoe down Tryna check my phone TF is you on Damn I thought we was grown Should never been Raw dawgin Got da bitkh all in her feelings Krying talking bout ion need her I hit the backspace Den deleted her Ion do da beef Bitkh I'm vegan Feed my pockets Hella pink and greens Hold on bitkh Grab them Dutch masters Fuck it grab dat Black backwood Russian creme too Gas in the wind I ain't even hit QT Da strap in my lap Fuck under the seat If a Opp want sum smoke Den I'm popping like fish grease Went from clappin To rappin Yung sniper I'm all bout action In 30 days I Kan turn U Into a JUGG master All my friends dead Like casper Ion fuck with corn Do it look like I'm from Nebraska 3d land dressing Drippin thru me From head to toe Ask yo hoe Check the score Add it up You nixxas still broke Step it up I been tucked away You had yo time Now I'm next up Adios If I do the dash bet I won't crash Smoke out the coupe She tote the strap We thug like dora and boots Behind me She gone shoot