Top Songs By DCG BROTHERS
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DCG BROTHERS
Vocals
DCG Shun
Performer
DCG Bsavv
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Tr3asy
Producer
Lyrics
(Ayy, Tr3asy, turn me up)
Jump
(Uh) Jump
(Uh, uh) Jump
(Uh, uh)
Uh, when that **** move, boy, you better stomp, uh (Stomp)
Jump when I say, "Jump" (Jump)
We stomp us a **** and left out the front
My **** gon' step whenever I stomp, jump
We stuff shit in a blunt
We kickin' his ass like we finna punt
My **** get wild and they get crunk
March on the opps, one bout, one gun, stomp
****, I feel like Trump, I get kicked out wherever I come
I come to the hood, they call me the one
Bitch, you better step like you 600, stomp
My **** really be gunnin'
Screenshot pictures of **** in comments
I fuckin' this bitch and stretchin' her button
I'm makin' my way, lil' ****, I'm comin', jump
Soon as he scream out, "Hut," bitch, we gon' bust and they start runnin' (Bah, bah)
Whenever they call, they know I be comin'
That Glock go flrr, that bitch got a button, stomp
We leave **** with assumptions
You got the ball, boy, you better not fumble (Fumble, fumble)
If you hit the floor, this bitch'll start stutterin'
I'll hit you, your cousin and brother, jump
You got a gun, why you uppin' it? (Uppin' it, uppin' it)
**** be soft, talk and tustlin' (Soft and)
I don't go outside, just know that I'm bustin it
They thought it was funny, I kept on hustlin', uh
I tryna hop in that Cullinan (Cullinan)
I wanna fuck on you and your buddy (Your buddy)
Told her hop in and she start suckin' it
If you want money, then, bitch, I ain't touchin' it, stomp (Woo, woo)
I gotta get this lil' beat on, you ever been shootin' at **** like B-roll?
Your ass a rookie, you brickin' from free throw
I'm goin' up and it's givin' them heat strokes, uh (Ha, ha)
My homie 'nem still doin blue-fives (Okay)
"I don't got a gun," my ****, come get mine (Yeah)
Gunna and Drummer, they still in my top give
My opps faker than **** with SI's (Bah, bah, bah)
We still walk in and swipin' at Best Buy (Yeah)
6 be shootin' the fifty with one eye (Bah, bah, yeah)
Spank be fresh, that's my lil' fat guy
Almost died, good luck on the next try (Okay)
I'm still gettin' pussy just off of my neck tat
No nine lives, bitch, even them cats die
I want the Track', but I wanna test drive
I'm off the Percs, I'm lookin' like Lefteye (Yeah)
Uh, when that **** move, boy, you better stomp, uh (Stomp)
Jump when I say, "Jump" (Jump)
We stomp us a **** and left out the front
My **** gon' step whenever I stomp, jump
We stuff shit in a blunt
We kickin' his ass like we finna punt
My **** get wild and they get crunk
March on the opps, one bout, one gun, stomp
****, I feel like Trump, I get kicked out wherever I come
I come to the hood, they call me "The One"
Bitch, you better step like you 600, stomp
My **** really be gunnin'
Screenshot pictures of **** in comments
I fuckin' this bitch and stretchin' her button
I'm makin' my way, lil' ****, I'm comin', jump (Go, ayy, okay)
They know they see us, better run
That ain't no guitar, bitch, it's a drum (Brr)
Way before hip-hop, we use to flip opps
Swerv' don't lip box, you'll get zip locked (And you know that)
I'm in the trenches comfortable, rockin' flip-flops (Rockin' flip-flops)
Dash in the coupe with my ho, she on TikTok (Yeah)
Bitches love me, I love top, make her lips lock (Ayy)
Blessed, so my son "Essex," it's R.I.P. Roc, uh (Phew)
Forty Glock, I step, stomp
Shoot this bitch like Steph, uh
Treat my opps like photos, dump
Pussy, where your bro go? Slumped
Iced out all my logos (G Herbo)
Diamonds jump like pogos (Like pogos)
I don't care where no ho go (Fuck her)
Blackout, just see roho (DY Krazy, bah)
I'm in L.A., I don't do no ho (Yeah)
I buy foreigns and buy four more (You know that)
Money pourin', shit get borin' (You know that)
Couple mill' just off tourin' (You know that)
We be shootin' and we scorin'
I'm in Louis, Saint Laurent
I go up while you snorin'
We go up when we warin' (Ayy)
Shotty buck, get fucked up, get ripped up, now he torn (R.I.P.)
If it's beef, **** die, he alive, now he corn (A vegetable)
Call us elastic, bitch, we stretchin' you
We smokin' your ass and whoever next to you
We burn him alive and cut off his testicles
Bury him half, they couldn't find the rest of you
Uh, when that **** move, boy, you better stomp, uh (Stomp)
Jump when I say, "Jump" (Jump)
We stomp us a **** and left out the front
My **** gon' step whenever I stomp, jump
We stuff shit in a blunt
We kickin' his ass like we finna punt
My **** get wild and they get crunk
March on the opps, one bout, one gun, stomp
****, I feel like Trump, I get kicked out wherever I come
I come to the hood, they call me the one
Bitch, you better step like you 600, stomp
My **** really be gunnin'
Screenshot pictures of **** in comments
I fuckin' this bitch and stretchin' her button
I'm makin' my way, lil' ****, I'm comin', jump
Jump
Uh, Jump
Uh, uh, jump
Written by: DCG Bsavv, DCG Shun, DY Krazy, G Herbo, Tr3asy From The Chi