REST IN PEACE - DC The Don

Damn nigga, what the fuck?

(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)

Ayy

Boom-boom-pow when this shit get loud

Niggas love to pop out when it’s hot out (What?)

Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out

'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out

I been on the east with some knucklehead niggas and some motherfucking white

boy dropouts

I don’t fuck with no 9s, my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a choppa

Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep

Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat

They say, «Daij, why you ain’t never on the east?»

Ayy

Well, you a bird, bitch, all the fuck you do is tweet (Get the fuck off my dick)

Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?)

Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah)

Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk?

(Where the fuck?)

Solid than a bitch, never took a loss, ayy

Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace

All up on my dick, I swear you niggas sweet

Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I’m finna ride out

Said you got the good D, in it’s head we can slide out

Don got a tank, hell yeah, I’ma fell out

Doing all that shit for a motherfucking shoutout

Gettin' on my motherfucking nerves

Point his ass out, it’s a broke nigga alert (Point him out)

Make a fuck nigga bite down on the curb

I’ma kill that nigga’s kid, you know that nigga Daij disturbed

I’m in the club and I’m off it

I’m in your dentist, I’m flossing

Toss up your set, bitch, we moshing

Big chop on the bottom of that bitch

My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed

Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh pissed

These niggas in the east tryna break back in my shit

Lil' bruh, I hit you, fuck you doin'?

Bruh, I’m sick

I got a pack that need to be shipped

We got them racks, we banging the six

Niggas at the mill just tryna get rich

Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist

I don’t gotta talk 'cause the bitch gon' glist

Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch

Hit a nigga, hit a nigga, one time diss

Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch

Uh, pussy nigga, I’m hit your ass with a combo

Ballin' on these niggas, pass your bitch like I’m Rondo

I got thirty-thousand fucking racks in my condo

Eating eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro?

It’s gon' fucking rain all season, where your poncho?

Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it’s not yours

East side 11, bitch

Big talk stepping, bitch

Make the chopper sing, John Legend, bitch

East side niggas know what I’m repping, bitch, don’t walk up to my section

Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?)

Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah)

Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk?

(Where the fuck?)

Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (Facts)