[Intro: DC The Don]
Oh yeah, I'm in this bitch turned up, bruh
Ayy (What?)
Yeah (What?)
Ayy, shout out my nigga Frosty, slatt
Worldwide (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: DC The Don]
It's a red light (Skrrt), I ran through it (Yeah)
Kill your lil' bro, record the screams and dance to it (What?)
I make innovated cultivated dread music (Yeah)
I've been hella bent, I'm hella loose, let's get into it, uh (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
It's red light (Skrrt), I ran through it (What?)
Kill your lil' bro, record the screams and dance to it (Yeah)
I make innovated cultivated dread music (Fuck)
I've been hella bent, I'm hella loose, let's get it to it (Let's go)
[Verse 1: DC The Don]
I just got a bitch, she think she make my heart escape (Yeah)
Little do she know my heart is full, it ain't no space (Yeah)
I can't love no thots, these hoes just get up in my way (Yeah)
I've been on a streak, I'm goin' brazy every day (What?)
I've been VLONE (Ah), I'm feelin' lonely (Ayy)
Keep my circle tight 'cause all these rapping niggas phony (Yeah)
I don't smoke, but when I do, bitch, it's your dead homies
I don't slide, but when I do, they call the feds on me (Skrrt!)
I don't masturbate, your bitch just drop that head on me (What?)
Bitch, I don't love you, love my mama and my bed only (Ayy)
Fuck the clout, I'd rather have a hundred bands on me (Let's go)
You think you touching me, you must be off your meds, homie (Bitch)
Oh yeah, I'm in this bitch turned up, bruh
Ayy (What?)
Yeah (What?)
Ayy, shout out my nigga Frosty, slatt
Worldwide (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: DC The Don]
It's a red light (Skrrt), I ran through it (Yeah)
Kill your lil' bro, record the screams and dance to it (What?)
I make innovated cultivated dread music (Yeah)
I've been hella bent, I'm hella loose, let's get into it, uh (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
It's red light (Skrrt), I ran through it (What?)
Kill your lil' bro, record the screams and dance to it (Yeah)
I make innovated cultivated dread music (Fuck)
I've been hella bent, I'm hella loose, let's get it to it (Let's go)
[Verse 1: DC The Don]
I just got a bitch, she think she make my heart escape (Yeah)
Little do she know my heart is full, it ain't no space (Yeah)
I can't love no thots, these hoes just get up in my way (Yeah)
I've been on a streak, I'm goin' brazy every day (What?)
I've been VLONE (Ah), I'm feelin' lonely (Ayy)
Keep my circle tight 'cause all these rapping niggas phony (Yeah)
I don't smoke, but when I do, bitch, it's your dead homies
I don't slide, but when I do, they call the feds on me (Skrrt!)
I don't masturbate, your bitch just drop that head on me (What?)
Bitch, I don't love you, love my mama and my bed only (Ayy)
Fuck the clout, I'd rather have a hundred bands on me (Let's go)
You think you touching me, you must be off your meds, homie (Bitch)
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