[Intro: DC The Don]
Ayy, this is a Trademark product-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thanks, Ugly God
Gang, gang
[Chorus: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Pull up and make his block bloody
Walking through these trenches got my J's a little muddy
Stepping on they neck, fuck being buddy-buddy
Back in school, I had to chase a bag, fuck a study (Yeah)
Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy
I be on the road, so my bitch don’t really trust me
Woke up wit' a couple million, bitch, I’m feeling lucky
I just want that mouth, bitch, you can keep the cuddy
[Verse 1: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Drag-race speeding uh, baby-faced demon, uh
Met her in the morning, bet I fucked her by the evening, uh (Yeah)
Blow her back out, she came and sucked up all my semen, uh
I finna blast off, my momma blessed, feel like I'm sneezing, uh (What?)
Geekin', huh, bitch, you on that dope, I see you tweakin', huh
I'ma fuck you once, but sorry, bitch, you know I’m leaving, huh
Got a faithful bitch at home but I cheat for no reason, huh
Bitch, get on that bed, 'cause ain't no time for all that speaking, huh
I know a bitch named Slop that’ll fuck like thirty-five niggas off top
All my niggas from the east and a little bit of north, me and south don’t rock
All my niggas Diddy bop, we'on never hit the folks, lil' bro, just stop
If he really wanna pop, I'ma pull up like fifty-eight deep on his block
Ride downtown with a Glock .45, all-black, bitch, don’t get popped, mm
35K on the wrist, fuck-nigga, I ain’t never gon' punch no clock, mm (Yeah)
Put mans in a new crib then I got me a spot right off that dot huh
All of these niggas be capping out here like they really be getting the guap (Gang, gang)
Ayy, this is a Trademark product-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thanks, Ugly God
Gang, gang
[Chorus: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Pull up and make his block bloody
Walking through these trenches got my J's a little muddy
Stepping on they neck, fuck being buddy-buddy
Back in school, I had to chase a bag, fuck a study (Yeah)
Double side the styrofoam, my double-cup muddy
I be on the road, so my bitch don’t really trust me
Woke up wit' a couple million, bitch, I’m feeling lucky
I just want that mouth, bitch, you can keep the cuddy
[Verse 1: DC The Don & Ugly God]
Drag-race speeding uh, baby-faced demon, uh
Met her in the morning, bet I fucked her by the evening, uh (Yeah)
Blow her back out, she came and sucked up all my semen, uh
I finna blast off, my momma blessed, feel like I'm sneezing, uh (What?)
Geekin', huh, bitch, you on that dope, I see you tweakin', huh
I'ma fuck you once, but sorry, bitch, you know I’m leaving, huh
Got a faithful bitch at home but I cheat for no reason, huh
Bitch, get on that bed, 'cause ain't no time for all that speaking, huh
I know a bitch named Slop that’ll fuck like thirty-five niggas off top
All my niggas from the east and a little bit of north, me and south don’t rock
All my niggas Diddy bop, we'on never hit the folks, lil' bro, just stop
If he really wanna pop, I'ma pull up like fifty-eight deep on his block
Ride downtown with a Glock .45, all-black, bitch, don’t get popped, mm
35K on the wrist, fuck-nigga, I ain’t never gon' punch no clock, mm (Yeah)
Put mans in a new crib then I got me a spot right off that dot huh
All of these niggas be capping out here like they really be getting the guap (Gang, gang)
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