[Intro: DC The Don & Cedric Yarbrough]
What's good, nigga?
Aye, worldwide
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Woah, woah
Lifestyle on my clothes
Gotta new AP on froze
I'm a G, i don't need no sauce (Woah, ayy)
23 on my toes (Yuh)
Bought a wraith only need two doors
I don't skate bitch im blowin out O's
[Verse 1: DC The Don]
I keep that yoppa
Feel like im Lilo & Stitch, lil nigga you is a bitch
Shit gettin awkward, (?) is a bitch
Ballin since I was a jit
Fuck all the oppas
Them niggas fool as a hoe
Flex Kobe '10 with the Fro
Bop out and off him
Margiela boosts in the snow
Fuck it this shit gettin old
Shoutout to Randy
Still fill the streets with no candy
Shorty just pulled up no panties
Im goin Sandy
I get the cheeks in my Bently
Gucci print all on my fanny
You bois a joke
Fuck it im cool ima float
You musta thought I would choke
Now im the GOAT
Tee said im next up to blow
Straight from the D where it snow
Im from the Mill
Finger blue countin up bills
Now livin hollywood thrills
How is this real?
Blew up and made it for real
This shit be givin me chills
Im by my lonely
Cause all these rap niggas phoney
New niggas dare they won't clone me
Dont need no homies
I need them blue face and tonys
She ride my dick like a pony
She ride my dick like she know me, what
Just send a picture dont phone me, aye
Shorty she fine wanna bone me, aye
Ima Rockstar im feelin like Stoney, aye
I get my bread ima spread it with butter & floatin' & yall still tryna zone me, aye
Get off my level im smashin floor pedal im flier no cap and no trona, aye
My life is suite but no Cody, aye
They said DC might be foldin', aye
Clearly you niggas dont know me, aye
Im a G bro you speakin bologne, aye
Please do not talk like you know me, aye
I was 16 in the stollie, aye
Countin up Hunnids while listenin to oldies not thinkin this shit leave you floatin' , aye
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Woah, Woah, Woah
Lifestyle on my clothes
Gotta new AP on froze
Im a G iont need no sauce
23 on my toes
Bought a wraith only need two doors
I don't skate bitch im blowin out O's
[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Woah, Woah
Who said that you was a kin to me?
Yea you cool but you fuck with my enemies
Double cross on you niggas no casualties
I got my 10 to 3 eat her like Jelly Bean
Textin lil Rose while im fuckin on Kennedy
My money long and blue black like a centipede
Old bitch from Queens my new bitch from the Phillipines
You niggas feinin me tryna get rid of me
Only 18 (?)
Still a young boy and they plannin on killin me
I got the sauce, please don't ask for the recipe
Baby wan feel on me
She brought like two a piece
Bring em all in we can make this a trilogy
She wanna visit my folks out in Italy
Bitch I dont love you u gotta be kiddin me
I get my bag then I get out the way
Im on the low I dont need me a safe
ASAP no Bari Vlone in this race
If he reach for my chain rearranging his face
ASAP no Rocky yo Patek dont shock me I been had that shit im an owner today
You niggas crusty you karats is dusty I want all the smoke ima stoner today
Fuck all you hypebeasts I sleep in Versace I live in the mink im a poet today
33 bitches make 33 problems im cool off these hoes I dont need me a bae
I got my lou as my comfort and stay
Im in the hills eatin boujie im straight
Please dont talk down I might empty the K
Make yo family wear shirts with a hole in your face
[Outro]
Bitch, aye
Bitch, stupid ass bitch
You dumb gun ass bitch
Suck my dick nigga, on soft
Bitch, on the gang nigga
Pull up, and get your ass wet up
Hoe ass nigga, ya dig?
Aye
