The Don - Dansweev

Let's go Mario Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?) Gang, gang, gang And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy) Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti You slide through my crib, but ya shit looking garbage Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin' Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang) With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone I just went cray in Prada, I'm back in my zone Finesse the pack, put the whole team on Finessed the dope, where the bitch can't go I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy) I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire And you're shit, man you a big liar Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah And I'm Michael, call me Myers Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber Internet gangsters, I never could be cyber Came in this bitch with a MAC-10 I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck the backend? (What?) Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah) Glock with a beam, get packed in Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin' Hit my dougie, get to rapping This the fuckin' second season They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat Think I give a fuck 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope Lil' bitch, I can't go, and it's too big, bankroll And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Yeah Yeah, yeah

What? Ayy, this is a Trademark product Trademark! I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Wait, bitch! Hold up, Red dot-eem (pew-pew) Huh, head shotty (boom!) Pop out Red Bottoms, uh Whole gang silent, ayy Seen him in the beam got him (bow!) This 40 gon' run in his wallet, ayy Said he pulling up, highly doubt it Pop out the cut with that whatchamacallit Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum No bitch, I don't trip I'm allergic to falling Shoutout to my city, I keep me a rocket If he talking loud we gon' get outta pocket These rap niggas suck, all they moves I'ma mock it, uh If you speak the tour nigga stop it, uh Take it to the grave then lock it, uh Cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch My bitch, she freaky, she wanna get dinky I tell her get lost in this bitch I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra We finna lift off in this bitch Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch Did it 3 times like the Hangover Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober It ain't over til big DC say its over Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover Girl it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy Ask Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me Ice with Dasani we over to Fiji Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving? I don't know if I'm able, I feel like The Weeknd Pop up out the bushes, creepin' Put him on the gram, leak it, uh In the full minivan, geekin' I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Strapped with that 9, bitch I'm goin' insane I'm gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain You still think that you good just because of your name? Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain Bitch I'm on my Levar, told him stay in his lane Get him outta this bitch, he ain't really with gang You weren't with the kid when I was broke where it hang There's a difference between organic niggas and lames Goin' dragon mode, nose blowin' out hella flames It don't matter though, I got immune to propane Pocket's fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne (on my momma!) Like a lion this shit can't be tamed (fact!) Finna make DC F. Baby my name Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I buy out the plane You still wanna be here but this shit ain't the same Fuck this industry shit I want money no fame, bitch (pussy ass) Yeah, yeah, ayy (let's go) Better come at me, problem (bitch) In the hills eatin' steak with the lobster (what?) And he said to send a nigga to the doctor Dumbass nigga Bye! Bitch! He out of there, stupid Tough, what Dummy Dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga