D Mack's Theme
Uh huh
Yea
All Hail Y.T.
Goldie Mack
Feel me
This that shit right here
Gotta get you some of that
Dolce and Gabbana
Light Blue
Spray that on
Before you leave the crib
Ya feel me
Look, uh
Gettin chauffeured
In Italian roadsters
Hop out
Balenciaga bottoms
Stride cross a thousand roses
Let explosives blow
If those oppose us
Seventeen landed in DE
Stole the crown of Dover
Then the reign fell
To all my Kings
Turn yo lady to a bopper
Got her heart on a string
She begging to choose
Jewels glow
Elegant hues
Niggas irrelevant
Yellin' they the best
Where's the proof
And I'm clearly the truth
Rappers can't sit near me
They boof
Spin the coupe
Misplace the roof
Been in shoot outs
Wit dangerous crews
But I lived to survive
And reprise
Right here in booth
Lost homies
In our teenage years
Poured beers
For our fallen peers
Tatted they name
In ghetto tears
Quench the thirst
Of the beast
For a moment a least
Moved my first 5 p's
Copped a chain
And a piece, sheesh
Who you loving
Who you wanna be fucking
Who you posing wit
On Insta
Taking pictures in public
Who you kissing
Who you wanna be missing
Listen
What, look
Uh
Padre island
Had the cartel party
Me and Big Skee
Puffin big trees
In the lobby
Chicana mama
Like a Spanish Madonna
Scents of Dolce and Gabbana
Mixed wit marijuana
Pinned to my collar
Huh
Bitch it's the D Mack
The sequel
Goldie
You couldn't hold me
Entered the league
Like Kobe
Put these washed niggas on notice
Striking with the laser focus
Fore I score
Another play is in motion
Ice cold
I just play wit emotions
Baby bought me a brick
Then I flipped
Now she say that I'm ghosting
It's been established
That this dick ain't gratis
Work my fingers to the callus
Maximizing my talents
In the morning
Check my ledgers and balance
I gotta git it
Philly international
Drop cash and cop a ticket
I never got no time to kick it
You gotta dig It
Just cherish all the moments we share
And take a picture
Who you loving
Who you wanna be fucking
Who you posing wit
On Insta
Taking pictures in public
Who you kissing
Who you wanna be missing
Listen
I gotta go though
I don't even know
Why you trippin
You know you always
Gon be the homie
Know what I'm sayin
When I come back
a nigga up wit
Some of them crab legs
Some shrimp and scallops
We get some of that
Grand Marnier
We have ourselves
A good time
You know how we do
I'll be back
Next month though
It's a package touching down too
I'ma need you to go
Grab that for me
Just hold It down
Till I get back
Yea
All Hail Y.T.
Goldie Mack
Feel me
This that shit right here
Gotta get you some of that
Dolce and Gabbana
Light Blue
Spray that on
Before you leave the crib
Ya feel me
Look, uh
Gettin chauffeured
In Italian roadsters
Hop out
Balenciaga bottoms
Stride cross a thousand roses
Let explosives blow
If those oppose us
Seventeen landed in DE
Stole the crown of Dover
Then the reign fell
To all my Kings
Turn yo lady to a bopper
Got her heart on a string
She begging to choose
Jewels glow
Elegant hues
Niggas irrelevant
Yellin' they the best
Where's the proof
And I'm clearly the truth
Rappers can't sit near me
They boof
Spin the coupe
Misplace the roof
Been in shoot outs
Wit dangerous crews
But I lived to survive
And reprise
Right here in booth
Lost homies
In our teenage years
Poured beers
For our fallen peers
Tatted they name
In ghetto tears
Quench the thirst
Of the beast
For a moment a least
Moved my first 5 p's
Copped a chain
And a piece, sheesh
Who you loving
Who you wanna be fucking
Who you posing wit
On Insta
Taking pictures in public
Who you kissing
Who you wanna be missing
Listen
What, look
Uh
Padre island
Had the cartel party
Me and Big Skee
Puffin big trees
In the lobby
Chicana mama
Like a Spanish Madonna
Scents of Dolce and Gabbana
Mixed wit marijuana
Pinned to my collar
Huh
Bitch it's the D Mack
The sequel
Goldie
You couldn't hold me
Entered the league
Like Kobe
Put these washed niggas on notice
Striking with the laser focus
Fore I score
Another play is in motion
Ice cold
I just play wit emotions
Baby bought me a brick
Then I flipped
Now she say that I'm ghosting
It's been established
That this dick ain't gratis
Work my fingers to the callus
Maximizing my talents
In the morning
Check my ledgers and balance
I gotta git it
Philly international
Drop cash and cop a ticket
I never got no time to kick it
You gotta dig It
Just cherish all the moments we share
And take a picture
Who you loving
Who you wanna be fucking
Who you posing wit
On Insta
Taking pictures in public
Who you kissing
Who you wanna be missing
Listen
I gotta go though
I don't even know
Why you trippin
You know you always
Gon be the homie
Know what I'm sayin
When I come back
a nigga up wit
Some of them crab legs
Some shrimp and scallops
We get some of that
Grand Marnier
We have ourselves
A good time
You know how we do
I'll be back
Next month though
It's a package touching down too
I'ma need you to go
Grab that for me
Just hold It down
Till I get back
Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Contee
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