DC The Don -  WHAT NOW?

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DC The Don WHAT NOW? Lyrics

[Intro]
(Let’s go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now
They say they need me fu** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I tell them bitc*es that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah)
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as fuck (Yeah, yeah), I don’t think that I need it right now (Okay)
It’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gunned and shot down (Yeah)
But I still go OD for my mother**kin’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Saturday night, I’m goin’ raw as a mother**ckin’ ho (Yeah)
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf**kin’ ball (Yeah, yeah)
She a redbone, I’m a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr)
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young ni**as with me, they saying it’s goals
I done bossed all of ’em up (Skrrt), they ain’t ask me for shit (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt), that’s just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m up in this b**ch, I been countin’ my paper (Yeah)
That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah)
I’m not a home wrecker, I’m fucked, see you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together (Yeah)
That GG all over my motherf**kin’ sweater (Okay)
I pimp regardless, I don’t move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay)
That GG Allin rock the stage out whenever
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your b*tch love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt)
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah)
This shit not VLONE, it’s a cross on my sweater
That’s ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix ’em together (Yeah)
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller (Yeah)
Bitch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah)
That’s why I’m sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah)
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr)
Proceed with caution, we be smokin’ on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo)
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon’ make him three letters (Yeah)
Stack up my lobih, bi**t I love all my treasure (Yeah)
She a fan of my shit, we gon’ fu*k if I let her (Yes sir)
Smash on the gas, it’s a whole ‘nother level (Yes sir)
Free my dawgs out the motherf**kin’ box, I ain’t lettin’ up (Yes sir)

[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I’ve seen enough now (Bop, baow)
They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Let’s go)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four hundred degrees, I’m hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
See, I tell them bitc*es that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

[Verse 2]
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma spend my last before the world get over me (Go)
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it’s so hard to breathe (Let’s go)
Now the VVVs talking, please don’t talk to me (Go)
Let me travel three months and keep fallin’ on me (Go, go)
Yeah (Yeah), see, I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high in back-back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these ni**as
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these ni**as
Drunk out, I can’t even go down with these ni**as
You just one like me too, there’s no cap on a ni*ga
Strapped up in this bi*ch, Mad Max on these nig*as
You can’t fuck with my bit*h, don’t relax on me, nigga (Huh)
Hop out a Jag, who is that little nig*a?
Bit*h, it’s me, little Daij with them racks on me ni*ga (Let’s go)
Bitch, we up two hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just runnin’ his mouth, he’s a real good debater
I’m still gettin’ my Z’s, I won’t sleep over haters
We still good on this side, we ain’t fu*king with traitors
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now (Yeah)
They say they need me to fuck up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I tell them bitches that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

[Post-Chorus]
Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as fuck, I don’t think that I need it right now
It’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gunned and shot down
But I still go OD for my mother**kin’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down

[Outro]
Rockstar
Rockstar
Go, go, go