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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC The Don
DC The Don
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
harry connolly
harry connolly
Composer
Louie Jess Gallegos Fenandez Jr.
Louie Jess Gallegos Fenandez Jr.
Composer
Steven Shaeffer
Steven Shaeffer
Composer
Daijon Davis
Daijon Davis
Lyrics
Luca Faria Zadra
Luca Faria Zadra
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DC The Don
DC The Don
Producer
Steven Shaeffer
Steven Shaeffer
Producer
zadra
zadra
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Cior
Cior
Producer
LouieOTK
LouieOTK
Producer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Woooo That's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel I done lost it Who that boy? They think I sold my soul I got options, tell your friends I'm back in the city, get it poppin' Still movin' in the sky We ain't got no layover Ridin' around town with a bitch and her hips don't lie Body movin' like J-Lo Young nigga move that fire if you really wanna die We can leave you a halo I was in Atlanta last week, I was sippin syrup, I ain't see SoFaygo Quit white flagging shit, huh, pop out blastin' shit Most of my niggas be packin' shit I'm so booted I pull up and crash a whip High and I'm sippin' on activists Tell your bitch to pull up and don't ask for shit Straight from the trap Marilyn Manson shit To the Hollywood Hills, Calabasas, bitch She wanna go right now, shorty wanna go right now Smokin' on dope right now, money on the floor right now Shorty wanna feign right now, she just wanna blow my loud Hit then i'm kickin' her out, hit then i'm kickin' her out Bitch, Maison Margiela slides, poppin' out hella fried Heard he was speakin' on gang again, we ain't gon' let it slide Bitch, we don't even rock Number(N)ine no more I just rock Letter 5ive Shawty better watch your tone 'round here, put him on channel five Do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out here? I was on the south side, smokin' OG Spanish bitch tryin' to play in my hair Got this hoe throwin' up east side, she ain't even from round' here No, you ain't even from round here, No you ain't even from round here No you ain't even from round here No you ain't even from round here, No Bang on my motherfuckin' chest while I'm fuckin' this bitch From the back I'm a motherfuckin' beast I smash like I love her, she thinkin' it's hate I keep swervin' this bitch like a S.R.T. I don't even know this hoe for real I just popped Molly and said I love her I don't even know this hoe for real But I popped Molly and said I love her Hold up, I think that Addy kicked in, so I'm geeked (Venus) Hold up, I think that Addy kicked in, so I'm loaded, I'm geeked Pull up and stunt for the week, twenty-five hundred The shirt and the motherfuckin' jeans My money standin' so motherfuckin' tall Lil shawty, this shit lookin' just like Shareef Niggas tryna speak up my name, nigga must snort cocaine Ridin' with a shotgun shotty, bitch, feelin' like Kurt Cobain Do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out here? Yo, do you wanna come out? Yo Pierre, niggas be talkin' like Gs, but don't got no cheese This shit lookin' hard to believe, like if you ain't really police Then why is you callin' my manager's lookin' for beef? Hold on, turn this shit up to the max, blow up the city and bounce it Shawty keep screamin' the gang, but she don't know how to pronounce it And she fell in love with the drugs, ecstasy pill got her bouncin' And I'm ridin' round with the plug, he should just be my accountant I'm sick of this bitch, she a dub, tell her just stay from around me Tell that lil' hoe to just wait on the flood Pull up two-three at the club Pull out a 50 and make this shit work Pull out a 50 and make this shit twerk Phantom keep roarin', I just let it skrt Belt double B, Louis V on the shirt She wanna go right now, shawty wanna go right now Smokin' on dope right now, money on the floor right now Shorty wanna feign right now, she just wanna blow my loud Hit then I'm kickin' her out, hit then I'm kickin' her out That's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout Off the meds, tryna swerve the wheel I done lost it Who that boy? They think I sold my soul I got options, tell your friends I'm back in the city, get it poppin'
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Harry Connolly, Louie Jess Gallegos Fenandez Jr., Luca Faria Zadra, Steven Shaeffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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