DJ Crest - Dandy lyrics

[Hook] Wonderin on how I'm getting home tonight; rolling eyes Looking like those hopes looking kinda vague - Am I getting home tonight? - Tell my homie hold the dice [Bridge] Wild and dandy My n***as rollin' fancy in the backseat jamming while keeping that metal slamming Meddling kids, masks down, costume, get a clue, rims run until the pis dip Like a barbeque [Verse 1] Engine started, fumes spewing like a popped lager do Running til I'm parted with the part of me that's doubting who's Saying that that mountain's climb is impossible I brace myself for what's ahead so there's no gap in my plot I'm fooling not For cash in a knot, cash in my pocket Like you know I wet 'em often then I stash away the bottle If no mask, then a Glock and a mask, then I'm off Wreaking havoc, trying to carve a pathway for the offspring Na, I ain't with that, go ahead and hit that Feel a hit back, find yourself up in a knit sack Hands out, asking for a nickle and some gin While I'm out glaring at some nipples, n***as throwing tens Not wondering on how I'm getting home tonight Hoping it won't be another homeless night Getting high knowing it's a hopeless flight Thinking how them hairs got em going combs to knives [Hook] [Verse 2] Real n***a sit and listen to the hollarin' depicting what is logic in comparison to not I wish I held a barrel of a Glock to lips of those who talk the sh** So whoever opens their mouth could expect a f**ing co*k in it Staying in my lane and I'm urging to keep right, but if you're swerving in my way There won't be nothing left but I -and add an "n" along with competence, describes the competition in my eyes As i reignite my drive for the prize But they see you as an obstacle, n***as eager to jump you n***a stand tall and leave em face first up in a puddle Physical rebu*tal in a world of trouble and debate -a funnel poor of hate intoxicating brain lakes [Bridge] [Verse 3] With times looking harder than a sundial Most call to the sky, while I'm having fun wild and dandy Crunk ba** got the dunk prancing -At the place jamming to some long dug jazz sh** n***as drunk pantie chasing Annie type of bad b**hes Pen and pad itching with a pa**ion for bragging Never let them lines rule Speak now or rise fool Stay dope and cla**y, a true student of high school -Appealing to the eye none, but use what I'm made of Ready the exhaust, we 'bout to cut up and take off - Cut up and take off, cut up and take off n***a get the f** up and brush all them shames off and shake all that weight off And make what you dream fit, exercising stray thoughts to reality But n***as posted curb stalling for the next to serve Watching for the feds, turf violence, for that dead bird flying, n***a I'm good - let it be that you can stay hood without having to sit [Hook 2x] [Verse 4] - Catch a f**ing co*k in it Whimp jock sporting gaws and sh** Been rocking this, so I'm guessing swag is stone-aged Hard as when I take a beat and wreck it for a road-rage Track demolition for that fat neck a-glistening Attracting attention while I'm nas burning, not turning, leaving features road-k**ed Hoes kneel for that flow, set of dope wheels and some gold heels No deal, b**h'll get a roll in a to-go meal/ [Break] Lama at the hip's tuck, I can show you hot spitting While I point you out the way where you can meet your maker quicker I can break a record, use it as the weapon that I k** 'em with So n***a f** your trap and matter-fact, your track n***a sh** Standing over those who Crowley 'round and tea-bagging them Claiming that I am a bigger dick than that of Africans Sharp hooks catching fishy looks on the norm But what would you expect from an attractive book-worm If I make it, sh**, I'll probably still be bumming Who says he wants it simple probably means he'll only want to do it big Like I favor BBW's with three bling'd hummers scraming free three hunna' -Being me, I'll probably follow these lines to the crossroads With a couple tickets, hot soda and some popcorn Saying "welp, shows over folks" - Drop the microphone, and piss off