D to the LV (feat. Dayzie)

Fuck a DC bitch you need to wash a ton
Fifty round drum I'ma let this bitch off or some
Land a hand on this mink coat it might cost you some
But fucking on your bitch, it don't cost me none
Cut the grass low bitch I got some snakes in there
That ain't gas bro bitch you got some fake in there
Too much runt smoke bitch we had to clear the air
Clip like a ferris wheel but bitch I don't make it fair

Chopper get to yellin' like Dababy in a Walmart
Slanging wax pens hit my line if you shoppin' carts
Lego as bitch the way I made her life fall apart
Bitch thought I loved her but she a false start
Fuck a AK bitch I need me a milly first
Fucked an asian bitch at home with a mini shirt
Wok got me like I'm playboi cause my stummy hurt
Bro stutter when he talk he got the triple burst
Givenchy on the shirt with some balmain jeans
Versace on the lense with some J's on the feet
Knocked every tooth out his mouth cause he thought it was sweet
Claim I ruined your life but bitch I'm just doing me
Atari ass gang all you do is just play them games
We sold separately cause bitch we not built the same
Zero hoes on your back woulda thought your name was Dame
Worry bout me before you bitch you know the name
JFK with with the way I blow her brains out
Fuck her then I pull a Nowitzki the way I fade out

John Wilkes booth the way I let this bitch air out
RIP Madden way I got them ops runnin' routes
Ridin round chop sticks but we not eating ramen
Might get caught for uppin' blicks we a fuckin' problem
If you got issues this new clip might just solve 'em
Good food on my plate whole gang Benihanas
In the stu' with one hand like a disability
Yea he tried to keep up but ain't have the facilities
Now you got me powered up usin' my abilities
Buffed out carti frames you cannot belittle me
Hell cats scat pacts lookin like we at the auction
If you gon ride the wave bitch you better use some caution
All these rappers be sons I give 'em up just like adoption
Walking round exclusives on my feet you cannot cop 'em
Put the city on my back like I'm motor Cade
Getting crafty in this bitch I be makin' plays
Haven't gotten off the couch you ain't get paid today
Zero hoes on your dick man you a fuckin' lame
Now check me out I got my racks up
You and your bitch looking bummy y'all should stack up
Back up hit 'em with that fifty now he bagged up
You ain't doin shit with the rock boy pass up

Fuck a DC bitch you need to wash a ton
Fifty round drum I'ma let this bitch off or some
Land a hand on this mink coat it might cost you some
But fucking on your bitch, it don't cost me none
Cut the grass low bitch I got some snakes in there
That ain't gas bro bitch you got some fake in there
Too much runt smoke bitch we had to clear the air
Clip like a ferris wheel but bitch I don't make it fair



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Writer(s): Dayton Mcclane
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