[Intro: DC2Trill]
Phew
Gotta dig it
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
Even if my nigga ain't right, I'm goin' left (Nick on the track)
Feel like Boat, hit it one night and then I left (And then I left)
Pulled up in that purple thing, it was super player (Dig?)
Feel like Halo, get your bitch, kingslayer (Gotta dig it)
We just get them choppers and we use it as a mop (Phew)
We just get a good girl and use her as a thot (Use her like a thot)
Blue 42, he goin' long, that nigga shot (Gone)
Nigga talkin' loose, that's what got his ass shot (Phew)
I just feel like Dre, get the play, put it in motion
Made 10K by twelvе, why your ass loafin'? (Yeah)
Poured a six today, that's what got a nigga slumpin'
Six hoes vеrsus me, that's a Royal Rumble (Dig?)
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
Ayy, beat him out his Audemars Piguet 'cause he don't need it
I got niggas really feastin'
I don't need your lil' paper, I ain't doin' no more features
Pull up in a 'Cat with a spoiler, this bitch a creature
Spoiler alert, you gon' see us at that finish line
I done popped a Xan', caught a flight, and now I'm switchin' times
Mask on, talk MF DOOM, rhymes and dimes
Foenem, he the jwett king, he gon' load up all the Chimes
Shawty, she a wet ting, I'ma hit it from behind
Then I hit her from the front
We gon' swing for the home run, we don't do the bunts
Cashin' out, buyin' all the bags, I ain't takin' fronts
All my niggas one of none
Phew
Gotta dig it
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
Even if my nigga ain't right, I'm goin' left (Nick on the track)
Feel like Boat, hit it one night and then I left (And then I left)
Pulled up in that purple thing, it was super player (Dig?)
Feel like Halo, get your bitch, kingslayer (Gotta dig it)
We just get them choppers and we use it as a mop (Phew)
We just get a good girl and use her as a thot (Use her like a thot)
Blue 42, he goin' long, that nigga shot (Gone)
Nigga talkin' loose, that's what got his ass shot (Phew)
I just feel like Dre, get the play, put it in motion
Made 10K by twelvе, why your ass loafin'? (Yeah)
Poured a six today, that's what got a nigga slumpin'
Six hoes vеrsus me, that's a Royal Rumble (Dig?)
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
Ayy, beat him out his Audemars Piguet 'cause he don't need it
I got niggas really feastin'
I don't need your lil' paper, I ain't doin' no more features
Pull up in a 'Cat with a spoiler, this bitch a creature
Spoiler alert, you gon' see us at that finish line
I done popped a Xan', caught a flight, and now I'm switchin' times
Mask on, talk MF DOOM, rhymes and dimes
Foenem, he the jwett king, he gon' load up all the Chimes
Shawty, she a wet ting, I'ma hit it from behind
Then I hit her from the front
We gon' swing for the home run, we don't do the bunts
Cashin' out, buyin' all the bags, I ain't takin' fronts
All my niggas one of none
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