​​​​d6rkl6rdtr6ppin lyrics

[Intro]
(fetch me their souls!)
Go
Go
Go
Yung hi-c man

[Verse]
Damn, [?]
[?] all these b*tches back to back, off of four drank
Hi-tech, Bloody Mary
Wrist on February
Red room, bloody cherry
Hell naw, I'm not sharing
Pull up to the mall
Bands [?]
b*tch that's a [?]
[?] got that pus*y n**** [?]
[?]
All these damn racks in my jeans, yeah [?]
Everybody know me now
First class, private shows
Going 'round the world, doing shows, b*tches in the crowd
Evisu jeans, Japanese denim, n**** that's a style
Do my dance, off a four of lean, and a blunt of loud
Hi-tech in my belly
Loud pack, very smelly
[?] I got guap, ain't sh*t you can tell me
Ain't sh*t you can't tell me
Shut the f*ck up
I got 25 bricks in the lambo truck
Got the ketamine bricks, they some [?] wrapped up
Yellow tape, dead bodies, I'ma spill his guts
[Outro]
Hi-c
Off the top
You know what I'm sayin