DOS (XX) Lyrics

I got 2 X's but I ain't talking bout Dos

Roman don't drank but I still make a toast

I could make it rain but I'ma save it for the most

I know she like how I change up my flow

She like, "Roman you different", but I don't say nothing

I play them sticks and drums like percussion

I pull the stick out the trunk, and I bust it

Taking my time, no no I cannot rush it

No no I cannot rush it

Stack it up tall, until I kick the bucket

Swim in that paint, yeah I'm getting them buckets

If say I fuck it, just know ima dub it

Cook at the trap, but I cause too much ruckus

I can't be wit you girl you always fussing

Tunnel vision, yeah I'm staying focused

Running up digits, I just got a bonus

I just passed a dub, oh yeah I'm getting older

I stay acting up, oh yeah I'm feeling bolder

I'm putting up numbers, I'm reaching the quota

I poured a 4 up, right up in my soda

I'm off this spliff, yeah I'm smoking good doja

I'm tryna put my mama in a rover

I'm coming up, boy you better move over

Don't fuck with xans now, I just do it sober

I got 2 X's but I ain't talking bout Dos

Roman don't drank but I still make a toast

I could make it rain but I'ma save it for the most

I know she like how I change up my flow

She like, "Roman you different", but I don't say nothing

I play them sticks and drums like percussion

I pull the stick out the trunk, and I bust it

Taking my time, no no I cannot rush it

Chase a bag, spend it fast, and then get it back

Came down the same road, but I chose a different path

I'm with the same old, but you want a different man

She fuck with squares, but nah I'm not a simpleton

If he talk down then we spin like ceiling fan

She don't fuck with me cause she know I'm the reason that

I got these bitches all up in my dm's man

Girl bend it over yeah I'm tryna see it clap

I'm coming over, yeah girl I'ma beat it in

You just be rapping cause you tryna' be the man

I had to redirect so I can read the plan

I had to hustle boy, I had the reefer in

If you ain't know, well then I got to teach em' then

I feel far from my goals, well then I got to reach em' then

I'm spitting that free game, I feel like preacher man

They know I'm plugged in, bitch I feel like an Ethernet

I got 2 X's but I ain't talking bout Dos

Roman don't drank but I still make a toast

I could make it rain but I'ma save it for the most

I know she like how I change up my flow

She like, "Roman you different", but I don't say nothing

I play them sticks and drums like percussion

I pull the stick out the trunk, and I bust it

Taking my time, no no I cannot rush it