[Intro]
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Aye yo Mistro, this shit hard
[Pre-Chorus: DC The Don]
See, we got red dots for niggas who be actin' like they want it (????!)
And we got headshots for niggas who tryna' act like our opponents (????!)
Yeah I'm here in the club, please don’t call when i'm up in my zone (????!? ????!?)
In the two-seater coupe, tryna' crash like i did somethin' wrong (??????!)
Yeah, and i'm so, so off that i swear that i'm not comin' home (????? ?????)
I'm glad that you know, but girl, it's the way you ain't ask me
[Chorus: Jamario Turner & DC The Don]
These niggas can't race me
Got 2020 vision, that's HD
Know your bitch tryna' fuck if she say please
And she do me like blunts so she face me
Don't you call-in my zonе
Stackin' my paper, and keep from my phone
She tryna' tеxt me like, "Baby come over"
Feelin' a way, cuz my heart was her home, yeah (????! ????! ????!)
She had to hop in my car, had to hop in my bag and i'm still livin' life so, um, numb
Yeah, got the 2020 view cus it's not hard to see when the shit hit the light in this room
[Verse 1: Jamario Turner]
Feelin' a way cus she know that i'm on
I hop in the coupe and i don’t got no problems
Stackin' my cheese, know i get provolone
She know i'm that nigga, DC on the song
She tryna come over, say baby of course
Told her, “Hop in the coupe with the suicide doors.”
I was just a young nigga, i was hoppin' out the Porsche
Now a nigga got figures and i'm runnin' from these whores
And shawty she easy, she solvin' my problems
She numb all the pain that the money ain't solvin'
She take me to places, yeah, far away
She give me good brain on a daily basis
We cannot get closer, i need my space
Tell her, "R.I.P. Kobe,” I fadeaway
First they was sayin' i was alone
Now i got bitches that play along
(???? ?? ????, ???'? ??)
Aye yo Mistro, this shit hard
[Pre-Chorus: DC The Don]
See, we got red dots for niggas who be actin' like they want it (????!)
And we got headshots for niggas who tryna' act like our opponents (????!)
Yeah I'm here in the club, please don’t call when i'm up in my zone (????!? ????!?)
In the two-seater coupe, tryna' crash like i did somethin' wrong (??????!)
Yeah, and i'm so, so off that i swear that i'm not comin' home (????? ?????)
I'm glad that you know, but girl, it's the way you ain't ask me
[Chorus: Jamario Turner & DC The Don]
These niggas can't race me
Got 2020 vision, that's HD
Know your bitch tryna' fuck if she say please
And she do me like blunts so she face me
Don't you call-in my zonе
Stackin' my paper, and keep from my phone
She tryna' tеxt me like, "Baby come over"
Feelin' a way, cuz my heart was her home, yeah (????! ????! ????!)
She had to hop in my car, had to hop in my bag and i'm still livin' life so, um, numb
Yeah, got the 2020 view cus it's not hard to see when the shit hit the light in this room
[Verse 1: Jamario Turner]
Feelin' a way cus she know that i'm on
I hop in the coupe and i don’t got no problems
Stackin' my cheese, know i get provolone
She know i'm that nigga, DC on the song
She tryna come over, say baby of course
Told her, “Hop in the coupe with the suicide doors.”
I was just a young nigga, i was hoppin' out the Porsche
Now a nigga got figures and i'm runnin' from these whores
And shawty she easy, she solvin' my problems
She numb all the pain that the money ain't solvin'
She take me to places, yeah, far away
She give me good brain on a daily basis
We cannot get closer, i need my space
Tell her, "R.I.P. Kobe,” I fadeaway
First they was sayin' i was alone
Now i got bitches that play along
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