Telfar... - DC The Don

Like, bitch, it ain’t never that serious

I got these bitches go crazy, they curious

She tryna run game, is this lil' bitch delirious?

I smoke on exotic, got dope from experience, yeah

I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah)

Look at my motherfuckin' face, I am serious

Prada shit started makin' me feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)

She said, «You dress up mysterious»

I don’t got no tags on 'cause these niggas be jackin' my swag

I don’t like like that shit, period

Like, she want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it

AMG leggings squeakin' when I sit on it

Double Royce too, it’s room for y’all to sit in it

Interior yellow, nigga had the piss on it

Gang, gang, gang

Young nigga, pistol totin'

Glocky and extended coated

Flames flamin', blickys blowin'

Pop out, do your city bogus

Hold on, man

If you ain’t wan' park, go get yo' niggas floatin'

Hold on, gang

Used to sleepin' with them rats, we stompin' all the rodents

Donny got him, he the hottest shit, uh

Smokin' Backwoods like I got me a sponsorship

I don’t got time for the politics, uh (Donny)

I’ma take off like a motherfuckin' rocketship

She said she want her a scholarship, uh

«I heard you rock,"but I thought that was obvious

Hittin' that bitch, now she sayin' all kind of shit

I made it first boy, you motherfuckin' counterfeit

Watch how I flex when that fuckin' deposit hit

I want a lot, but I still got a lot of shit

Choppa gon' sing on some fuckin' melodic shit

Yeah, and I talk a lot, I can’t be modest shit

Said it’s all cool, but it still be the oddest shit

You not a gangster boy, you just the opposite

Niggas, they stay on my dick, it’s astonishin'

I’m a man of my word, I ain’t doing no promising, gang

Like, bitch, it ain’t never that serious

I got these bitches go crazy, they curious

She tryna run game, is this lil' bitch delirious?

I smoke on exotic, got dope from experience, yeah

I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah)

Look at my motherfuckin' face, how it serious

Prada shit started makin' me feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)

She said, «You dress up mysterious»

I don’t got no tags on 'cause these niggas be jackin' my swag

I don’t like like that shit, period

Like, she want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it

AMG leggings squeakin' when I sit on it

Double Royce too, it’s room for y’all to sit in it

Interior yellow, nigga had the piss on it

Gang, gang, gang