The Don

(A-A-Astro got it runnin') What? Huh, yeah, fuck What, what? Yeah Aye, big scope on a nigga, long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let them bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? (What?) EA, pass the ball bitch I'm open (fuck) Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise, think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment (pussy) Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it I feel like Diablo (why?) I'ma fill him with hollows In Aventador swervin' them potholes Tryna take everything that you got, hoe Come out and meet me right outside the spot, hoe Need you to go and link bro, it's a plot, hoe When you get in the crib, send the addy So, we can pull up and just take all his guap, hoe We gon run in that bitch like, boom, boom, boom And we ain't gon knock, hoe Like I'm Savage, I need me a lot, hoe (what?) Bitch, you know not to fuck with my Vatos They gon' turn your beloveds to tacos (yeah) Finna chop 'em up, shout out to Gwapo (yeah) 6'7 they tossing a lob, hoe Truthfully, I am all what you not, hoe Feel like Gunna, I made the bitch hot, hoe Play me, no (what?) hate me, no (what?) Play me, no (what?) hate me, no Ruthless when I pull up spittin' like I'm toothless, switch the flow up Niggas still a nuisance, need to grow up Ice baguettes on me, make a nigga throw up Wait, drip check, need to glow up Wait, misstep, nigga hold up Wait, Embiid with the floater Droppin' like 50 every quarter I'm finna murder him, burden' him, fully discourage him Cut off his limbs, grill the opp pack, we burnin' em Niggas always on my dick, I'm concerning them We ain't friendly, on Big Meechie we hurtin' them I'm like fuck that, hop up on my dick, Smith and Wesson we gon' bust that Aim it at his kids, know the demons finna love that DC off the shits, nigga tell me where the club at We finna go columbine that bitch, huh, yeah American Psycho (hi) The Don (what?) Go ahead, repent your wrongs Nigga, you takin' too long Angel Wings, bitch, that's my new Saint Laurent (what?) Crucifixions, we ain't makin' no songs (what?) Eternal doom when you fuck with The Don Pussy, welcome to the Megalodon (bitch) Big scope on a nigga long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let the bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? EA, pass the ball bitch, I'm open Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it Pow, pow, pow, pow

What? Ayy, this is a Trademark product Trademark! 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 the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Wait, bitch! Hold up, Red dot-eem (pew-pew) Huh, head shotty (boom!) Pop out Red Bottoms, uh Whole gang silent, ayy Seen him in the beam got him (bow!) This 40 gon' run in his wallet, ayy Said he pulling up, highly doubt it Pop out the cut with that whatchamacallit Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum No bitch, I don't trip I'm allergic to falling Shoutout to my city, I keep me a rocket If he talking loud we gon' get outta pocket These rap niggas suck, all they moves I'ma mock it, uh If you speak the tour nigga stop it, uh Take it to the grave then lock it, uh Cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch My bitch, she freaky, she wanna get dinky I tell her get lost in this bitch I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra We finna lift off in this bitch Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch Did it 3 times like the Hangover Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober It ain't over til big DC say its over Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover Girl it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy Ask Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me Ice with Dasani we over to Fiji Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving? I don't know if I'm able, I feel like The Weeknd Pop up out the bushes, creepin' Put him on the gram, leak it, uh In the full minivan, geekin' 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 the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Strapped with that 9, bitch I'm goin' insane I'm gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain You still think that you good just because of your name? Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain Bitch I'm on my Levar, told him stay in his lane Get him outta this bitch, he ain't really with gang You weren't with the kid when I was broke where it hang There's a difference between organic niggas and lames Goin' dragon mode, nose blowin' out hella flames It don't matter though, I got immune to propane Pocket's fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne (on my momma!) Like a lion this shit can't be tamed (fact!) Finna make DC F. Baby my name Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I buy out the plane You still wanna be here but this shit ain't the same Fuck this industry shit I want money no fame, bitch (pussy ass) Yeah, yeah, ayy (let's go) Better come at me, problem (bitch) In the hills eatin' steak with the lobster (what?) And he said to send a nigga to the doctor Dumbass nigga Bye! Bitch! He out of there, stupid Tough, what Dummy Dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga

Let's go Mario Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?) Gang, gang, gang And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy) Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti You slide through my crib, but ya shit looking garbage Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin' Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang) With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone I just went cray in Prada, I'm back in my zone Finesse the pack, put the whole team on Finessed the dope, where the bitch can't go I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy) I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire And you're shit, man you a big liar Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah And I'm Michael, call me Myers Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber Internet gangsters, I never could be cyber Came in this bitch with a MAC-10 I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck the backend? (What?) Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah) Glock with a beam, get packed in Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin' Hit my dougie, get to rapping This the fuckin' second season They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat Think I give a fuck 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope Lil' bitch, I can't go, and it's too big, bankroll And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Yeah Yeah, yeah

I'm just too much for these niggas You feel what I'm saying Yeah Px life Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much Keep two tools tucked You niggas talk too much In your feelings too much I don't worry too much Hit my blunt too much I might just be too much The watch worth too much They say I flex too much I'm just too much And that might be the case (the case) Too much for the average humans intake (for real) Too much for a lame nigga to get with (get with) Too much for a simple bitch to fuck with (fuck with) I can ride out in a double R and sit in the back I can fly out in a private jet what you expect You know I'm going to bust down The damn watch icy clock Man I used to keep a stack in the bottom of my sock Real nigga, too much for these opps (yeah yeah) Wipe you off the block Set the scene real bloody like a horror flick (yeah yeah) Your bitch be begging for more of it (no cap) Can't be giving these hoes too much dick Yeah yeah El Chapo when I count this fucking guap hoe (guap hoe) Rose gold set wit the stones Bitches say muy guapo (very handsome) Too much don't get rushed, bull rushed We can blitz ya yeah yeah yeah we can blitz ya The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much Keep two tools tucked You niggas talk too much In your feelings too much I don't worry too much Hit my blunt too much I might just be too much The watch worth too much They say I flex too much I'm just too much

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone