Lyrics DoDaDash - Niheem

Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)

Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by (Blow by)
And its quick yea bitch right before yo eyes (Yea, yea)
But I don't really flex (Nah)
See bitch I am humble and I don't have no time (Tick, tick, tick)
For these bitches I jus don't have no time (Nah, nah)
Im done rapping to niggas yea no rhymes (Nah, nah)
Wit this rhythm and shit we gon' kill em (Gtloww)
Master no splinter bananas we split em (Gtloww)
I tell my boys run for that dude we gon' get him (Doom, doom)
I tell my boys run for that dude we gon' get him (Boom, boom)
We stick to the shit never quit bitch we venom (Nah)
To hell in a envelope thats where we send him (Uh, huh)
Get the message but dude tried to block me (What?)
Killas pulled up they shoot hope you block these (Gtloww, Bow)
And you cant escape being the man in scope (Yea)
Finna pop that boy head like a cantaloupe (Boom)
I don't fuck wit you bitch so we cant elope (Nah)
Pull out the heater but still got the fan to blow (Bow)
Diamonds my neck and my wrist so they had to glow (Uh, huh)
We make it hot when arriving it'll damage snow (Damn, damn)
You is a bitch so you cant be the man no more (Nah, nah)
Hit that boy wit something fast do the dash and go (Phew, phew, phew)

Do the dash, in something thats serious (Uh, huh)
Niggas seen the whip flash looking curious (Huh, what?)
And its fast not a walker but furious (Vroom)
Blow shit up for the win im Vic-Terrioust (Bow, bow)
Gas don't get gassed its unlimited stamina
Do the dash on a bitch you ain't catchin' us (Nah, nah)
When I curve on a bitch she might wreck up (Skrtt, skrtt)
No condiments must uh thought he was gon' catch up

Condiments like some Italian dressing (Woah)
Condom meant for ya bitch so don't mess up (Nah)
On a mission you fail or you passing (Nah)
She gave me head it feel like I got blessed up (Woah)
Like my bio come see the things I'm about
We coming just for a little cheese like a mouse
Like a date bitch my killer will take em out (Gtlow)
Infected with insects then bitch we'll come raid ya house (Bow, boom, bow)
Thats the case so don't act like it never happened (Nah)
We got fans so thats why shit be always clapping
You was fake I can tell by the false in dapping
Wiped his nose but forever the longest napkin
Niggas fake so debate, on having friends
At the start but den wait for the tragic end (Mmm)
Im the best so bitch who is you better then?
Niggas might pull at ya cap like a magic trick (Gtt, Bow)
So you better watch out who you stick around (Uh, huh)
Niggas be fake and I bet they won't stick around (Yea)
Paranoia so better be careful not totin and broken
When bringing that glick up out (Gttl, boom, boom)
Its Niheem and I bet ya bitch say my name
Bustin shots wit the glock bitch you better aim (Gtloww, bow)
Talkin' bout' you gon' shoot me you better bang
Put ya name on a grave wit a clever name
Maybe to heaven shit sent to a better place
Flow it be smooth bitch my words I don't hesitate (Damn)
Sending em up watch em elevate levitate (Damn, damn)
Im just that dude theres no choice bitch you had to hate (Why?)
But I ask god like why do they hate me? (Huh?)
From this life I need someone to save me
20 plus 20 is 40 (Yea, yea)
So maybe 2 times like the Lakers we gave his ass AD (Bow, bow, gttt)
84 back when Steelers had AB (Yea)
Hot in the city now niggas need AC (Woo, woo)
And I'm talkin' bout crack to these dope heads the rockabye put them to sleep like a baby (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Wit these lyrics these niggas like how the hell (Huh?)
Like a newborn ill make a name out myself (Yea)
I support all of y'all if y'all bound to help (On god)
Starting now ima play the cards I was dealt (Let's go)

Do da dash (Vroom) in something thats serious (Yea)
Niggas seen the whip flash looking curious (Vroom)
And its fast not a walker but furious (Vroom)
Blow shit up for the win im Vic-Terrioust (Bow, bow)
Gas don't get gassed its unlimited stamina (Nah, nah)
Do the dash on a bitch you ain't catchin' us
When I curve on a bitch she might wreck up (Skrtt)
No condiments must uh thought he was gon' catch up (Yea)