Countach - Dat Way lyrics

[Hook x2] Dat way (x3) Trap still boomin' out the driveway (boom) Bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah) Bad lil' b**h on broadway (yeah) Dat way (x3) White girl make her have a migrane (woo!) X pills make her eyes dilate (yeah) Girl you better do this sh** the right way (the right way) [Verse 1] Damn, dat way (x3) Doing 180 on the highway n***as ain't real boy you lightweight Drunk the whole bottle now I'm f**ing leaning sideways Yeah, baby girl come straight to my place Baby girl throw that a** my way She snorting all these lines in a sequence Girl you better do the sh** the right way, ooo Riding 'round the city with my nina Mix the molly with the Aquafina Back to back shots of Tequila Sophia f**ing with Maria (damn) Maria f**ing with Tina (damn) And Tina f**ing with Celina (damn) And Celina f**ing with Riah (damn) And all these b**hes s**ing my team up (damn) [Hook x2] Dat way (x3) Trap still boomin' out the driveway (boom) Bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah) Bad lil' b**h on broadway (yeah) Dat way (x3) White girl make her have a migrane (woo!) X pills make her eyes dilate (yeah) Girl you better do this sh** the right way (the right way) [Verse 2] So cold, I'm moving in slow-mo I poured up a whole 4 Two ocho's, my teeth dripping rose gold Not loving no b**h, that's the motherf**ing bro code I'm toting a .44, and drinking 4 loko's My old b**h don't love me no more, no She in love with that coco Aye, dat way (x3) 34 all about gunplay Spend 10k on a fun day Bad b**h straight from the runway, ooo Thousand band, like I'm fauni My gang standing right behind me Plug callin', perfect timing He need them d**, I'm supplying This b**h keep saying that she love me But I know that she lying b**h, you think that I'm a dummy? I know you only love the money n***as thinking that I'm funny, 'til them AKs start drumming 'Til them bullets hit yo' f**ing tummy He was popping sh** but now he running Ooo, riding through the city with the top down They f**ing with me 'cause I'm hot now Got these b**hes taking off they tops now I got Glocks now, you'll get shot down, yeah Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Yeah, I'll pull up and shoot at you And ya crew, you a fool, thinking you bulletproof Circle your block like a motherf**ing hula hoop They won't know What you really do when you're with me Snorting all the coke, drinking all the lean Popping all the pills, now you can't sleep f**ing with me and f**ing with my team Look me in my eyes, know you want to ride Mix a double cup, I'm gone fill you up, oh yeah Trap way, yeah, dat way [Hook x2] Dat way (x3) Trap still boomin' out the driveway (boom) Bouta do the dash on the highway (yeah) Bad lil' b**h on broadway (yeah) Dat way (x3) White girl make her have a migrane (woo!) X pills make her eyes dilate (yeah) Girl you better do this sh** the right way (the right way)