Ricky Baker DC The Don

[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy
Gang, gang
What?
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch
Y'all already know how the fuck we rockin' man
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Lil' Daij from the motherfuckin' east side
Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout
Ayy
Izak made this one

[Verse 1]
Keep that .30 in that back pack, I'ma max that
On my brother, get the cash stack, nigga, matte black
I'm deshouvled, I can not lack, I can not quack
But today I'ma pack that, I'ma blast that
Keep that .40 on my hip (Wait, huh?), it’s gone hit (Yeah)
Beyblade, I'ma fuckin' let it rip (Shoot that gun)
Thirty-eight, bang it out like nba (Huh, what?)
Ayy, Lil Baby How yo day? It’s going great (It's going great)
My Brodie said he smokin' skunk, because it stank (That shit stank)
I’m so unbothered, at the crib I’m eating steak
He said he ran up on the Don, that’s his mistake
Because that steak ain’t fill me up, he on my Plate
Hold up bitch, 'cause I'm a big timer, I'm a sick rhymer
On the gang, I gotta Big piper, ion fight typers
On my mama, she a click hopper, I'ma shit stopper
Dark nighter, it's a bit lighter, you a lick minor