No Melody DC The Don

[Intro]
What?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, DC, Mark, uh, ayy
(Trademark)

[Chorus]
I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy
Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch, bring that neck to me
Krusty Krab shit, bitch, I still got the recipe
Bitch, I feel like Mrs. Puff, they ain't testin' me
I told Trademark, "Cook a beat with no melody"
Stay with that heat, are you stupid, Penelope?
I'm on a roll, what the fuck is they telling me?
Strapped like a dyke bitch, I came with that Ellen piece

[Verse 1]
Wait, bitch, hold up, red dot him
Pew-pew, huh, headshot him (Boom)
Uh, pop out, red bottoms
Uh, whole gang solid
Ayy, seen him in the beam, got him (Baow)
Uh, forty gon' run in his wallet
Ayy, said he pulling up, highly doubt it
Pop out that cut with that whatchamacallit (Yoom)
Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum
No, bitch, I don't trip, I'm allergic to falling
Shoutout to Mo city, I keep me a rocket
If he talking loud, we gon' get out of pocket
These rap niggas suck, all they moves, I'ma mock it (What?)
Uh, if you speak to twelve, nigga, stop it
Uh, take it to the grave, then lock it (Bitch)
Uh, cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket