Next Week! - DC The Don

Yeah

Woah

Why the fuck you always tryna stress me?

Just because you’re real don’t mean that you impress me

She like, «Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me»

Do you still want my love?

We’ll talk about it next week

Damn, shawty a star but only a little

She give me top, she playin' the fiddle

Between hate and deceit, I’m stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy

She pop a Perc' just like a skittle

DC just chill, it’s only a little

No, you struck off your ass, it’s really that simple, yeah

Ooh, gang in the back and I’m in the middle

If you talk out your ass you get popped like a pimple

Itty-bitty ass chopper, check him with a missile, yeah

Gotta double my bread, tryna make a McGriddle

He won’t say what he like 'cause he really my kiddo

Now my pockets too fat, yeah, them bitches on Lizzo, yeah

Yeah, lonely star, lonely boy

I just spent like thirty bands on that week

In the hidden hills, don’t try to check me

Damn, in Saks Fifth, fuck the mall up with my bestie

Damn, that’s just a part of the game

I feel like Russell 'cause I’m working so hard but somehow I can’t get a ring

You can get necklaces from me and every watch from me but can’t get a ring

I know the world is mine, I can’t stand this pain

So loaded up, I can’t feel my face

Family switched up, my world is on fire and I just stand and remain

I got a plain jane, plain jane, yeah, I knew it ain’t the same thing

But when the money came, this shit changed

Shit is so lame, but fuck it, it go where it goes

If it’s really a problem, I’m loko, and pussy, you already know

I see five opps now that’s five bodies

We just skrrted off now that’s five Mazis

I just pushed the button, it’s in autopilot

Fuck the club, bitch, I’m tryna start a fucking riot

Damn, shawty a star but only a little

She give me top, she playin' the fiddle

Between hate and deceit, I’m stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy

She pop a Perc' just like a skittle

DC just chill, it’s only a little

No, you struck off your ass, it’s really that simple, yeah

Ooh, why you always tryna stress me?

If you kept that shit always one hundred then you could’ve fucked around maybe

and kept me

Blowin' my motherfucking phone while I’m up in the studio, that shit upsets me

Girl, I got G in my blood, you can’t check me

I thought you knew that when you met me

I see five opps now that’s five bodies

We just skrrted off now that’s five Mazis

I just pushed the button, it’s in autopilot

Fuck the club, bitch, I’m tryna start a fucking riot

Why the fuck you always tryna stress me?

Just because you’re real don’t mean that you impress me

She like, «Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me»

Do you still want my love?

We’ll talk about it next week