The Don - Ese Merks

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

(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