Damn Dewey Da Don (Ft. Tech N9ne)

[Intro]
Tech N9ne
It's the Don
Town business, damn! (Chyeah)

[Verse 1: Dewey Da Don]
Calm down with that killa talk, we know you ain't a killa boy
Froze up he saw da Glock, but the chop the real McCoy
Fishscale no re rock dog food in my catalog
Bought the house off one room, this a nice ass kitchen dog
Out the way and the money coming
Never seen always into something
Pull up with this superbad, she 'bout to get hit like McLovin'
Navy seal get a headshot
Retro kicks on deadstock
Owing money get his hand chopped
Fuck around get ya man’s knocked
Falling off I never will
Home improve I gotta drill
Told my bitch don’t makе no bottles
Gotta half of brick in the enfamil
Fuck you know bout stash spots
Chopping cars at stash lots
Monеy trees from cash crops
Rap game in a headlock
Whip up a little water in it
Gotta movie yo daughter in it
Fish bowl no windows tinted
Blowing gumbo gas its creole scented
Give away these nuts free, take yo ass to 5 guys
Frying all these fucking birds they love that chicken like Popeyes
Branched off and franchised
Bullshit get minimized
Started off with one key, turned that bitch to a enterprise
Solo might kill a witness
Yo bitch sent you on a dummy mission
.40 cal no dummies in it
Just another day just another nigga