From the D to the A 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Oh sh*t, I just hit a boss b*tch (No cap)
Play soft with her, just to give her hard di*k (I love you)
Real dog, when I walk, you could see the paw prints (Grr)
Heard a n*gga beat her ass, don't be hittin' our b*tch, n*gga (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
D to the A, Tree from the Bay (From the Bay)
Got a freak in L.A., flew her to me today (Flew Delta)
Me and Boat still locked in, ain't sh*t changed (My brother)
Pint talk, n*gga, we got more sixteens than a tenth grade (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I'm a b*tch breaker, move like The Undertaker (Yeah)
Grippin' on my blick in the crib in thе elevator
Move with thе amputator, rap n*ggas animators (Yeah)
Talkin' like they hard on the 'net, they just commentators (Cap)
My n*ggas is confiscators (Yeah), take your lil' chain, pawn
I'm in that lil' Ghost (Go), I'm in that lil' Don (Damn)
I'm in that lil' pus*y, sh*t feelin' like a lil' pond
Tryna rob, you get shot soon as you steppin' on my lawn
Uh, boy, be gone (Go)
f*cked her so good she went 'head and turned blonde
Said she felt like a new person (Ooh)
Don't stop suckin' when I'm burstin', b*tch, I'll reimburse you

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, last night I broke a b*tch back and a bed (Last night)
These lil' n*ggas do more cap sh*t than Lids (Lids)
Stacks so thick, it's to the point I can't spread (I can't)
Jumped on a jet, that's the nation off the grid (We gone)
Ayy, let a n*gga play me like a b*tch, it can't happen (At all)
Whole lot of blood on my piece, the chain graphic (Ah)
Chopper spit that fire good, it can train dragons (Yeah)
Brodie get that blue cheese off the green, it ain't salad
Ayy, hood b*tch, but she actin' like she ain't ratchet (Stop playin')
Bust a nut on where she got her n*gga name tatted (Right there)
Touch my n*gga Yachty, get your top ripped, brain splatter (Boom)
I'm American, but I'll fry your taco like I'm Spanish
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Habla no ingle, mamacita (Brr)
Boat won't spend one dollar on a puta (b*tch)
Booyah, run up wrong, we might shoot ya (Yeah)
My n*ggas take your plate for the mula
Shoutout Meech on Mars, that's my n*gga (Slatt)
One-eighty cash for Bent' truck, go figure (Yeah)
Lean, not no liquor, it's all in her liver, she leanin' (Lean)
I love God, but I be movin' 'round like a demon (Ooh)

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
Pull up in somethin' European, f*ck up Niemens (Give me all that sh*t)
Probably with a bad b*tch that's Indonesian (Foreign)
f*ck a restaurant, you hungry, b*tch? Then eat the semen (Suck it)
You know I'm fresh up out the streets, I'm from that cement (Yeah)
And my city bankrupt, they see a foreign, then they know it's mine
If I die, my n*ggas did it 'cause my opps don't come outside
A West Side n*gga f*ckin' East Side b*tches (All of 'em)
You wasn't in that field, I just looked at the attendance, n*gga

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
From the state of Georgia to Michigan (Ayy)
Got my brodie five bands not to mention men (Ayy)
My n*ggas wipe your plate like it's Wimbledon
Boat emblem, rims tall as a grembelin
In Atlanta with that tomahawk, no Indians (Go)
I won't slime on my dawgs for the dividends (Facts)
But I'll slime up that b*tch, better not let me in
Better tell a friend I'm not real like a alien