EPIDEMIC lyrics

[Intro: Sad Frosty & DC The Don]
Astro on the beat (Ah, hahahahahah)
-down in the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah and this DC song
You already know that
n*gga, Outlaw got that ga- (What?)

[Chorus]
Mister that always be questionin' me, pressin' me
I had your main b*tch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pus*y ass successfully, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, beat his ass, that's necessity, ayy
When I'm up in these streets feel like Sesame, ayy
'Cause grouchy ass n*ggas, ain't testin' me, ayy
Thought I told you I didn't have the recipe, ayy (Grr, whaddup?)
Tryna break her back, back, back, back, back
Chemo f*ckin' therapy, ayy
When I pull up in that black, who the f*ck is that?
With that f*ckin' dexterity, ayy
[Verse 1]
I see 'em, I see 'em, got clarity, ayy
Knock his ass out, solidarity, ayy
And you boostin' up my popularity, ayy
All this free clout, I'm runnin' a charity, ayy
He don't got no longevity, ayy
Doot-doot-doot-doot, comin' in heavily, ayy
And it's OUTLAW the gang, leave a legacy, ayy
How you love me and hate me? That's jealousy, ayy
I could see enemy, point 'em out, yeah, him especially, ayy (I got him)
Ooh, n*gga, I can't wait to beat your ass
He gon' get the best of me, ayy
Left, right, uppercut, fatality, that's my f*ckin' specialty, ayy
Look at your swollen eyes
Been like that n*gga just popped some ecstasy, ayy
Okay, I cut him, I did that sh*t medically, ayy, yeah (Damn)
We in the South like the f*ckin' Confederacy
You n*ggas really ain't got no integrity
I know you b*tch really wanna have sex with me, ayy (Damn, what, what, what)
You on her phone beggin' her for some symapthy
She on my di*k tellin' me that she missin' me

[Chorus]
Mister that always be questionin' me, pressin' me
I had your main b*tch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pus*y ass successfully, ayy
[Verse 2]
I been that n*gga since I was a jit
Bite that lil' n*gga, like he was a bit'
He sendin' shots, I bet that he miss
Baby, he mad, I know that he p*ssed
Lil' bitty b*tch, stay the f*ck off my di*k
You got corona, I know that you sick
I'm not a kid, I don't want no tricks
I'm in my bag, I can't take no pics, yeah
Big ass chopper and it's fast with the long grip
She gon' keep askin' for the cash if the song hit
I like it fast, so I do the dome flip
My b*tch tell slides, I'm f*ckin' my homegirl
That's some young n*gga sh*t, that's some young n*gga sh*t
YNW, feel my young n*gga jit
LV artillery on my hip
It could hold a ray gun and a flamer and sh*t (Woo)
Stop callin' me, I'm a gamer, lil' b*tch
Cali born in this b*tch, I'm a singer, lil' b*tch
Earth, Moon on my muhf*ckin' finger and sh*t
Got a cougar lil' b*tch, she a swinger and sh*t
Take off, skate, don't linger lil' b*tch
Peanut, face, I'm feelin' lil' frisk'
I cut through, I'm threadin' the needle and sh*t
I'm tryna make hits like The Beatles lil' b*tch
[Chorus]
Mister that always be questionin' me, pressin' me
I had your main b*tch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pus*y ass successfully, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, beat his ass, that's necessity, ayy
When I'm up in these streets feel like Sesame, ayy
'Cause grouchy ass n*ggas, ain't testin' me, ayy
Thought I told you I didn't have the recipe, ayy (Grr, whaddup?)
Tryna break her back, back, back, back, back
Chemo f*ckin' therapy, ayy (Okay)
When I pull up in that black, who the f*ck is that?
With that f*ckin' dexterity, ayy

[Outro]
n*gga, Outlaw got that gas