SO WHAT (FEAT. DC THE DON)

Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
I see the phony and the fake
Niggas mad cause I get paper
Cool me down
She fuck rappers
I ain't had to fly her to me
Don't run down on lil kenji
I kept big ass blicky's with me
Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
I got big bank roll up
Smoking gas pulled up
He get blast
Blown up
He get blast
So what?

How the fuck you get a new i8 with the butterfly doors?
Donny fresh outta LAX with some LA hoes
I put that shit on lil' bitch
I just hopped in the Phantom
I ride with the motherfuckin' goats
When I'm rockin' that green, I feel slimey as fuck
Danny Phantom the whip, and Dior on my coat
I just step on the gas and I float
My bitch, she bad, but she doin' the most
Oh, you think you a demon? This nigga a joke
Aimin' straight for your talon
Bitch, shoot through the floor
Watch me make that bitch jump, jump, jump
When I hop on the stage
They gon' jump through the floor
Yeah, they stay on my dick, I just go with the flow
We can turn the bitch up
We keep goin' some more
(Jump)
(Jump)
Bitch, I got on Rick right now
What the fuck did you think?
3.5 in the 'wood right now, niggas smokin' on dank
That's why I say I'm 'The Don of a Don' 'cause
I'm doin' this shit, I do something he can't
I just bang on my chest like the Planet of the Apes
We could slide through your hood in a big-ass tank

Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
I see the phony and the fake
Niggas mad cause I get paper
Cool me down
She fuck rappers
I ain't had to fly her to me
Don't run down on lil kenji
I kept big ass blicky's with me
Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
I got big bank roll up
Smoking gas pulled up
He get blast
Blown up
He get blast
So what?

Like, I get so damn high, I think I seen an AC-130
I fucked that bitch one time and blocked her
Cause I can't love on birdies
I'm in my private section
Peace out and her friends all came with me
This lil' Taurus pistol on me ain't for violence
It's for peace when I'm outside
I just seen a opp nigga tryna switch sides
I can't fuck you for the free, the bitch outta her mind
Money what I need, let's say it one more time
Big bag, stripper ass
I had a dream like Martin Luther
A hundred fuckin' money bags
I'll add that shit up, fuck a tutor
Money what I need, let's say it one more time
Money what I need, let's say it one more time

Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
I see the phony and the fake
Niggas mad cause I get paper
Cool me down
She fuck rappers
I ain't had to fly her to me
Don't run down on lil kenji
I kept big ass blicky's with me
Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
I got big bank roll up
Smoking gas pulled up
He get blast
Blown up
He get blast
So what?

Okay, I'm up, I'm wide awake
I see the phony and the fake
Niggas mad 'cause I get paper
Cool me down
She fuck rappers, I ain't had to fly her to me
Don't run down on Lil' Kenji, I keep big ass blickys



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Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Garrett Spach, Elahie Wildman Brown, Damian Hoffmanns, Danny Jenrette, Brody Fallon, Michael Romito, Danny Snodgrass
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