Lyrics to Dandelion
Ayy AP bless em
Ain't no church service
Got them heads bumpin
To these dirt curses
All that ice that you rocking
Is water soup for my dinner
When I be out in the public
Im snatching purses in wintertime
I be hot as the beat
Clap
No running the beat
Back
Might do it in one take
Don't sell where you sleep at
I beat it til blood leaking
Im clipping
My brother tweaking
Off molly
A little xanny
Ain't listening when Ho's speaking


My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like vandelise
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes
My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like wanderlei's
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

It goes
Ain't no pranks
Yeah I'm with my shit
My team crank
Your team ain't it
Called up chief and he said its lit
Got no money
Dont rate my fit
I treat the verse like dera
Do a good job
Y-double-k to the tip
Got my hood on
I need it stitched on my sweater
No gildan
Amateurs know better
Pro's in my club
Too high
No luck
Wake up
Screwed up
Lace up
Suit up
Im fit
To go
Tulou
Got dirt on soles
My shirt got holes
Like swiss
Tulou tulou
Excuse me ho
I need to get my space
I go
Run up these cheques
Like I wanna death threat
Like
"Gimme 5 racks and he's safe"
But what's a safe without a rack or three
I need a way to make my bank concrete
I see the way that they all act round the team
If you ask me
We ain't in the same league

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like vandelise
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes
My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like wanderlei's
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like vandelise
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes
My wrist gon' shine like dandelion
We got hits on hits like wanderlei's
And I work to hard
Ain't handed mine
So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

It goes
Ain't no pranks
Yeah im with my shit
My team crank
Your team ain't it
Called up chief and he said its lit
Got no money
Dont rate my fit