Pop Out 808iden (Ft. DC The Don)

[Intro: DC The Don]
808iden on the beat
Talk to me, talk, talk to me, talk to me

[Chorus: DC The Don]
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck bitch (What)
[?] (What)
Hit your bitch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list
Haha, next bitch (Yeah)
You gone get left bitch (Yeah)
Get back on your ps and qs, this shit is not a test bitch
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck bitch
[?]
Hit your bitch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list (What)
Haha, next bitch
You gone get left bitch (Haha)
Get back on your ps and qs, this shit is not a test bitch

[Verse: DC The Don]
Going hard from from 6 to 6, I swear I get no rest bitch
It's hella hard impressin' me, you better give yo' best bitch
Pull up in a Lexus, drippin' hard come catch this (Skr Skr)
Careful, this interior all white, don't make a mess bitch
We gone pop out
Pull up with them Glocks out
Keep that fuckin Jimi Hendrix, show me, we gone rock out
Who the fuck let this fox out?
Like fuck it, we gone box out
This big retarded chopper on me, knock his dreadlocks out
See I know that you niggas thought that [?] was gone get through to me
Talking all that shit on Instagram, what you gone do to me?
I found out that's foolery
We play with them tooleries
Swimming with the sharks, this shit get colder than like 2 degrees
I swear this shit ain't new to me (On God)
No layin' up, I'm only shootin' threes
Practice like I'm overseas, I pray to God they notice me
([?] notice me)
I'm finna show they ass, they [?]