Top Songs By AMU Henry Smalls
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon McCartney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ RdottyBoom
Mastering Engineer
David Banner
Producer
Lyrics
Yo, we on this beat, ****, hold up
Yeah, it's your boy DottyB, ****, Dotty-kun
Shouts out to Lil B, ****
Based world, everything bassed, ****
Everything retro, ****
Shouts out to all my ****
DS3 gang, ****
We runnin' this building
Yeah
Bitch, I'm based
**** not tough, need to get out my face
Fuck an allegation, I'm beatin' that case
**** all tell me these bitches got mace
Don't understand why these **** keep dissin
Talkin' my shit, lil' boy, you better listen
Boy, be careful, I don't got my smith'n
But I still got that H&K, I can just swissin
I'm way too fly with this bathin' ape
And **** talk tough, till' he losin' his face
**** talk tough, but he fragile like a vase
I don't got time for these ****, not today
Bitch, wanna fuck, she gon' call my line
Then she DM me, she do it all the time
Fuck what you say, this is my time
Get in my way and you look like a mime
This beat so tough, it got me done
Fuck **** talkin, shit, they dumb
I got my weed and I got my gun
Got my kush rolled up in my blunt
Bitch wanna bounce on me, till' she numb
Bitch ask me help her find her car
I'm like, bitch, better go pick one
Hold up
You know that I'm bigger than you, than you
So why you think you runnin' this game
You a fool
Bitch, sayonara, I'm tryna fuck in a car-a
We'll start right now and finish same time tomorrow
Hasta la vista, **** too broke for the eats-a
**** talk shit, got played for a fool
Gotta left to say mamma mia
Way too tough on this beat, I don't care
My car all the way up in the air
Got a bad bitch, she kissed my neck
And left marks, when we went upstairs
Got my racks on all the chairs
Chillin' with Obama BasedGod
Chillin' with Obama BasedGod
Bitch, A-rod
Racks on racks, gotta get to the riches
Retro racks, I got anime bitches
I'm so fly, I'm Dotty-kun
Blow your bitch up like a balloon
If she not clean, she finna lose
She walked in here with the Jimmy Choos
Maybe, I'm not gettin' you
I don't care, I don't need you
**** gettin' mad, cause I'm talkin' my shit
I don't even care, cause ya'll **** suck dick
Went to the party and I made it lit
Saw you right there, boi you ruined that shit
And y'all just mad cause I keep it real
Bitch tryna eat me up like a freal
One more reason I should still appeal
I got racks and racks, but no record deal
Dotty-kun
Yeah, ****, that's what you should've done, ****
Before you started doin' all this shit
I'm runnin' this shit, I ain't got no record deal or nothin
All this money I'm makin' is mine, ****
Fuck you, ****
Yeah, I'm lit, ****
You already know
Shout out Lil B, ****
T-Y-B-G, thank you, basedgod, ****
You already know how we do this shit, ****
We runnin' this shit
Hold up
Dotty-kun
Yeah, that's your own fault
Stupid
Stupid-ass hoe
**** think they runnin' shit
**** think they own shit
I'm the **** who's runnin' all this, gang
Feel me
DS3, retro mobbin, bro
We so retro up in here
Y'all just don't get it, bro
Like, I'm literally makin' the shit that y'all **** need to hear
Y'all need to listen, bro
I'm literally runnin' this shit like the motherfuckin' futball
You know what I'm sayin
Oh, I'm done
Oh, I'm done, man
Shout out to Lil B
Shout out to Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So don't ever, ever speak on DottyB
Might get your ass ate through the back
No, homo
No pope
No pope
No pope
But for the ladies, that's some real shit
Written by: Brandon McCartney