Lil Omee - Door Dash (feat. Ray) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too ahead of my time, but got time I can't get back
Whole fit Prada, leave it to the hoes to mix match
Niggas be the feds, phone carrier is dispatch
Need their cap pushed to the side, like tip hat

Grown ass niggas, where your crib and your whip at?
Count got the lifestyle to get you niggas bitch snatched
Profit from the fiends, get some bricks in some gift wrap
Had the rocks, yeah they Rolling Stones, call it Mick Jag

Got it off the muscle
Still got the dog, I ain't never had a f*cking muzzle
Shawty hair long, bitch lookin' like Rapunzel
Man, I love cold a bitch, that still got some f*cking hustle

Yeah, yeah
And she gon earn her keep.
Bring me back some racks, then I f*ck her pretty ass to sleep
This ain't TLC baby

(Aight let's hop on this joint)

Copped a Uber for yo bitch
I'mma call that Door Dash
Why you talking all that shit?
If you don't want your door smashed
Bitch I'm Lil Omee, every mother f*cker knows that
Got yo bitch on all fours, imma call that doormat

She just left my crib, now I'm going back
Boutta blow her back, Bite her lip
Got that shit attached I don't need a strap

Time to dip yeah (yea)
I make it quick yeah (yea)
Just take a sip yeah (yea)
Open the zip (uh)

Made her open wide, I ain't a dentist
I'm feeling like Danny
Went to school and got detention
I'm feeling a Xanny

Hop in the whip it's uncanny
F*cking that bitch and her granny
F*cking that bitch at the Grammys
Doing that shit like her daddy

I got extensions yea (Yea)
I got suspended yea (Yea)
I feel the tension yea (Yea)
I got impatient yeah

Got me lots of drip, just get a bucket
Got Lots of cash, not a budget
You get offended, you puppet
At the top is a summit
I won some shit you can touch it
I'm on a level above it
Don't ever ask just f*ck it
I want the cake, not a muffin
I got some not a dozen
Bitch I'm at the summit
You know wassup I'm at the top