Dashboard
演唱：Munna IkeeDashboard - Munna Ikee
Lyrics by：Kaibeats/A’kee Adams/Luka Berman/Pavel Dimitrov
Composed by：Kaibeats/A’kee Adams/Luka Berman/Pavel Dimitrov
Produced by：Gabe Lucas/Pavlo!/Kaibeats
Pavlo you made another one
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Aw yeah aw yeah uh uh uh
Now it's two twenty on my dashboard
Might dog the Trackhawk down to drive and think
The jakes they got behind me guessed they asked me for it
Two tone the Rollie plain Jane know I paid cash for it
Now all my bros ride 'round with switches make shit fast forward
It's just me Gnuk and Buck TRX the truck
Two 10 milli' twins we tryna send a nigga up
God forgive me for my sins 'cause I know I been fuckin' up
God protect all of my friends
Sincе we lost Cap this shit been rough
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch
I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get him back
Know an opp that made a statement
I thought you
You showed your hand gave you my last
Now you can't even call me
No time for hoes I'm in that bag I be guess the top be lonely
I'm in the back of the black
Two straps one mask I'm tryna go stretch your homie
We put shit up and scratch off fast
You know my takers hungry know he remember that
Nigga can't name one time came through send shots takin' him
Ain't send him back
300s us all black bronem in a 'Lac and we all got different straps
Don't know if she really with me that lil' bitch too internet
Devil in the way he on my back just like a silhouette
Ah ah they be tellin' them lies
Ah ah they just want my demise
Life ain't gettin' no longer tell 'em free all the guys
Forever ridin' with my niggas we still post on the 5
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get 'em back
Know a opp that made a statement I thought you was spinnin' back
Now it's two twenty on my dashboard
Might dog the Trackhawk down to drive and think
The jakes they got behind me guessed they asked me for it
Two tone the Rollie plain Jane know I paid cash for it
Now all my bros ride 'round with switches make shit fast forward
It's just me Gnuk and Buck TRX the truck uh
Two 10 milli' twins we tryna send a nigga up
God forgive me for my sins 'cause I know I been fuckin' up
God protect all of my friends
Since we lost Cap this shit been rough
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get him back
Know an opp that made a statement I thought you was spinnin' back
Ah ah they be tellin' them lies
Ah ah they just want my demise
Life ain't gettin' no longer tell 'em free all the guys
Forever ridin' with my niggas we still post on the 5
Lyrics by：Kaibeats/A’kee Adams/Luka Berman/Pavel Dimitrov
Composed by：Kaibeats/A’kee Adams/Luka Berman/Pavel Dimitrov
Produced by：Gabe Lucas/Pavlo!/Kaibeats
Pavlo you made another one
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Aw yeah aw yeah uh uh uh
Now it's two twenty on my dashboard
Might dog the Trackhawk down to drive and think
The jakes they got behind me guessed they asked me for it
Two tone the Rollie plain Jane know I paid cash for it
Now all my bros ride 'round with switches make shit fast forward
It's just me Gnuk and Buck TRX the truck
Two 10 milli' twins we tryna send a nigga up
God forgive me for my sins 'cause I know I been fuckin' up
God protect all of my friends
Sincе we lost Cap this shit been rough
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch
I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get him back
Know an opp that made a statement
I thought you
You showed your hand gave you my last
Now you can't even call me
No time for hoes I'm in that bag I be guess the top be lonely
I'm in the back of the black
Two straps one mask I'm tryna go stretch your homie
We put shit up and scratch off fast
You know my takers hungry know he remember that
Nigga can't name one time came through send shots takin' him
Ain't send him back
300s us all black bronem in a 'Lac and we all got different straps
Don't know if she really with me that lil' bitch too internet
Devil in the way he on my back just like a silhouette
Ah ah they be tellin' them lies
Ah ah they just want my demise
Life ain't gettin' no longer tell 'em free all the guys
Forever ridin' with my niggas we still post on the 5
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get 'em back
Know a opp that made a statement I thought you was spinnin' back
Now it's two twenty on my dashboard
Might dog the Trackhawk down to drive and think
The jakes they got behind me guessed they asked me for it
Two tone the Rollie plain Jane know I paid cash for it
Now all my bros ride 'round with switches make shit fast forward
It's just me Gnuk and Buck TRX the truck uh
Two 10 milli' twins we tryna send a nigga up
God forgive me for my sins 'cause I know I been fuckin' up
God protect all of my friends
Since we lost Cap this shit been rough
You know a hundred thou' ain't shit bitch I could break down all hundreds
I might walk him down in Rick's well he got hit with all button
In these streets go tit for tat if he dead can't get him back
Know an opp that made a statement I thought you was spinnin' back
Ah ah they be tellin' them lies
Ah ah they just want my demise
Life ain't gettin' no longer tell 'em free all the guys
Forever ridin' with my niggas we still post on the 5