Ooo

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

I am DDB

'Cause I keep it G, yeah, yeah

Put that bitch in the soil

Cocaina in the foil

Take your bitch, I'm a sucker, I need yay-yo

Another mill, another quelo, hey

I'ma take you, I'ma take you

Don't mess around, I'ma replace you

With money and power and bitches

I don't give a fuck, you on my hit list

Take your bitch, take your wife, take your business

Yeah, yeah

Like who this little **** pushin' way up?

I got mils to make you price that you can pay up

Like ooo, collecting on my paychecks

Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray-Bans

Like ooo, oh, you think, you think I'm thinkin' 'bout you

DDB could kill you once but I'ma kill you twice, yeah

Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan

If you gon' fuck with me you in it, we finesse it like

Yeah, yeah, cut the throat, maybe two, maybe more

I don't really know but I gotta go

Operation, operation

Take your bitch on vacation

Don't need a hoe, I can't save you

They don't like why they testin'

No samples, no fake shit

I can see you through the faces

'Bout to hand you to my guy

Purple rain in my blood

Got the feature, more like I'm the plug

You won't see me in the clubs

Wavy, wavy, wavy, baby

I get careless, cautious and crazy

Give a fuck, you can never replace me

Even God can't save me

Neither I can't save me

Neither Jeffrey or Richard or Nathan

'Cause I been moving crazy, yeah

Smokin' daises in my doobies, yeah

Is it the money or is it the bitches

Either way I get both

Can't hit me up, you fuck with snitches

Can you take it, take it, take it

You finna fake it 'til you make it

'Cause I be on so much crud, finna make it

Like who this little **** pushin' way up?

I got mils to make you price that you can pay up

Like ooo, collecting on my paychecks

Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray-Bans

Like ooo, oh you think, you think I'm thinkin' 'bout you

DDB could kill you once but I'ma kill you twice, yeah

Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan

If you gon' fuck with me you in it, we finesse it like

Yeah yeah, cut the throat, maybe two, maybe more

I don't really know but I gotta go

Operation, operation

Take your bitch on vacation

Don't need a hoe, I can't save you

They don't like what they tasting

No samples, no fake shit

No more fake shit

No more playin' games

I moving brazy

Yeah, yeah, I'm moving brazy

Yeah, yeah, fucking crazy

Yeah, lil' bitch, lil' bitch

Don't you fucking snitch