Dondada

(album: Stay Dangerous - 2021)

Yeah
Yeah, they say, say
He's a real back blocker
(Make sure you stay dangerous)
(Damn Highxlass, I need this one)
Ayy

He's a real back blocker, but no Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper (Thirty, thirty)
He's a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil' nigga's a real don dada, nothing like his father (Nothing like daddy)
He's a real gun popper, uh, stretch blocker (What?)
You looking a lil' upset, partner (Upset), uh, what's got you? (Why you mad?)
Pulled off in that car, but they ain't know that was a stretcher (Skrrt)
Why don't you play with me? Might get your head splattered, but does that matter?

Ayy, nigga, them 'bows in ('Bows), pull up my crib, put codes in (Nigga, codes)
I up the score ten (Oh, for sure), and don't show no emotion (No)
I just might blow ten (Blow), this switch he got, get low then (Get low)
Living life like GTA, but none of our screens was loading (Ain't loadin')
I'm balling just like DeRozan (Swish), but when I'm golden
Yeah, 'Member my mama used to want me at home 'fore ten (I couldn't go)
Nigga, I was still outside, had to handle that business, I had loads in (I had the loads)
Any show I got, you know them blicks is here, I drove in (Boy, we drove)
Big Boss, CEO (Boss), niggas say I'm chosen (Oh, that's C4)
Bitches say this dick is golden, they wanna hold it (She tryna hold)
Why you think ain't none of my bitches ever try exposin'? (Tryna expose)
Once you open up Pandora's Box, you can't ever close it (Boy, it get cold)
I'm still tryna fit these fucking 'bows in this fucking close-it (Oh, fit these 'bows)
Damn, I meant a closet, niggas bitches, gossip (Gossip)
I be fucking niggas' bitches and I make deposits (Like what you need?)
Niggas tryna give me help with my lines (But I got this, it's 4)

He's a real back blocker, but no Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper
He's a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil' nigga's a real don dada, nothing like his father
He's a real gun popper, uh, stretch blocker (Stretch)
You looking a lil' upset, partner, uh, what's got you? (Oh, you mad, dog?)
Pulled off in that car, but they ain't know that was a stretcher
Why don't you play with me? Might get your head splattered, but does that matter? (Splatt)

He just let off fifty shots on camera (He just cleaned up)
Hopped out the truck blicked up (Went straight to StreamCut)
I ain't got time for arguing with no nigga, you'll get beamed up
I'll give a nigga nightmares, he'll wanna give his dreams up (They gone)
Forty thousand with a 40 Glock, can't pull my jeans up
And my young nigga already toting blicks, he got my genes, huh? (Baby 4)
This lil' bitch finessed her way inside this studio, she sing, huh?
It's the Big Boss C4 at your backdoor, but it didn't ring, huh?
Fifty deep with a cameraman, might shoot a scene in here (Ah, I meant a bamera)
Baddest bitches inside my session, ones you ain't seen, huh? (I kicked 'em out)
I wake up, I'm feeling like Wu-Tang, get this cream up (Early in the morning)
Long as you know that cash rules
Fuck my daddy, I ain't nothing like that dude, I'm Big Boss 4, nigga

He's a real back blocker, but no Silkk the Shocker (Uh-uh)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper
He's a real (Gun cocker, uh, get guaper)
He's a real don dada (Nothing like his father, that's what you told them)