Dart. Lyrics – Redek
Singer: Redek
Title: Dart.
We go
Skate to the park
Playing ball after dark
Let it spark
Brodie you hang with them narcs
Better dart
Ain’t no part
In this art
You won’t choke on this rope
Nah my blade stay sharp
Ya
Smoke down lala
Feel my palms
This sh#t slap
Like the truth drop bombs
Homie I hit the wall
With my brain on call
When I fall call the medic
Staying up smoking strong
Get a fat bag
Split that sh#t in a half
Smoke it down with you
And fall on our #ss
And her #ss mad phat
Smack the pavement made the desert shake
p#ss# detonate
We got high and she fed me grapes
Smoke the stress away
Got a test today
Ugh
Ya
Blow my brain out
It gеt rained out
Imma have a field day with your lamе style
He got tagged at the playground
Brodie went his way ya he hang but he bang now
I ain’t go the same route
Working at this day job
Hope this sh#t don’t take long
Tell me what the word is
I was looking mad nervous on the surface
But I’m cool to pull the curtain
Ain’t no sh#t for certain
Praying that it’s worth it
Ya homie I’ve been working
I’m up late
Ya my head been turning
Your sh#t don’t concern him
Ya
You look mad broke selling reposts
Yo
You hit 1k
Homie that’s great!
But ain’t nobody show up to your shows when you play
All your sh#t lame
Trying to get away
But I can’t get a way
Trying to hype up the state but you talking all that fake sh#t
We go
Skate to the park
Playing ball after dark
Let it spark
Brodie you hang with them narcs
Better dart
Ain’t no part
In this art
You won’t choke on this rope
Nah my blade stay sharp
Smoke down lala
Feel my palms
This sh#t slap
Like the truth drop bombs
Homie I hit the wall
With my brain on call
When I fall call the medic
Staying up smoking strong
I hate myself
But love you
You say that that can’t be true but
Aye
I would do a big stunt just to get to you
And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood
I hate myself
But love you
You say that that can’t be true but
I would do a big stunt just to get to you
And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood
You look mad broke selling repost!
You look mad broke selling *Bleep* to the homies
Ya
Sticky flows
And sticky dro
She lick me slow
My sh#t gritty like a mascot
I’m grinning low
And hitting dro
Feed me drugs like a lab rat
Shorty #ss Mad fat
Get a fat bag
Use your tape to wipe my #ss crack
Imma ransack
Through the street bring the trash bags
Brodie I’m the truth
You just lie bout what you do
Ya you rap bout them guns but we know you ain’t shoot
Imma take him for his loot
Flexing belts on your loop
But got holes in your shoes
In your flows
In your group
All your hoes
Looking gross
But homie good for you
You look like you need some help
All your flows came from somewhere else
For all the times I failed homie imma give em hell
Ya I got body bags
For these copy cats
Zona where you find me at
High as f#ck writing raps
Rolling
Ugh Ya
I’m rolling
Ugh ya
Ghost it
Ugh ya
I wrote it
My hands go numb
It’s all bout you
I can’t keep up
I’m falling through
I’m in the trench
We’re overdue
My head come loose
Shorty I won’t lose
Love is a lot of awkward timing
Feel like the map always play the bias
We could build us a fat alliance
Get high and watch the time go by us
Better bring out the wood tiger
Smoke it down and inhale the fire
Been smoking since a f#cking minor
Black lungs cop new attire
Ayee
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