DANGEROUS Lyrics by 1nonly
When I run up, the whole world under
Keep ’em underground, bullets crash like thunder
Bitch, I ran it up, ain’t gotta pass, no recorder
Get yo’ bitch back, she might ask me to fuck
Pass you the crumbs, pass me the blunt
Rushin’ to smoke a couple, don’t ask me for nothin’
If you want problems, pussy, get bagged up for somethin’
Try to get a puff, but never pass it, yeah
Bitch, I let the past be the past
If you wasn’t there, why would I ask for your back?
I been countin’ hunnids, hurry, pass me the racks
Need the cash in advance, need the stash in the bag
If you want a problem, we can go and solve ’em
Ain’t nobody better than us, so we pass on them, yes, you in last place
Yo’ bitch callin’, but won’t give ’em my last name
This an M4, might just put her in the fast lane
With my kinfolk, everybody up
Everybody rich now, guess the pen and pad paid
Last thing I’m tryna do is dig your pathway
Racks came, then the plaques came off of mad faces
Ashtray full of sacrificial after bad days
Told my brother rain or dirt, I get the cash, mane
Got yo’ bitch lit, saw me in a bad stage
Got the cribs with a [?]
Yeah, this is where shit get dangerous
This is where shit get dangerous, huh (This is where shit get dangerous, huh)
Yeah, this is where shit get dangerous
This is where shit get dangerous, huh (This is where shit get dangerous, huh)
Yeah, this is where shit get dangerous
This is where shit get dangerous, huh (This is where shit get dangerous, huh)
This is where shit get dangerous, (Yeah, yeah, huh)
This is where shit get dangerous (Yeah, huh, yeah)
This is where shit get dangerous
Smoke a lot of dope until I can’t see a thang
Pussy wanna speak on my name to get famous
.45 into your dome, will put you in your place
Might just put you in an Escalade with Forgiato, came in
Limo tinted faces, ridin’ through your city like I came in with a cape
Pop a pill, then everything change me
Got a lot of bands, but I don’t got a lot to say
Chopper kick up quick, one call and you gone
I got a hunnid rounds for a pussy tryna get home
She tryna fuck, I told her, “Maybe, baby, time to get off”
I hit the blunt and turn the stress and problem’s battery off
I— I cannot rush shit, I made it my own
I know my ex mad that we got her man on the phone
How could you not show ten, but you claim that you grown?
You couldn’t even drop a ten, and now a stick at your dome
