DS4 lyrics

[Intro]
Turn on that sh*t, Brazy
Fah Fah Fah Fah
Fah Fah Fah Fah
You feel me?
Hell Yeah, Cato

[Verse 1: GTB Tezz, 1Aaron & Davi Dynamic ]
My hoe look like Latto
But my b*tch built like she Nicki
Hit her knees and make her swallow
Don't want no kids, I'll send her 50
Big Drac' with a drum and it look like a titty
Radical stuff, I ride with a semi (brrah)
TTP, who the f*ck really winnin?
Bentley Bentayga, but this sh*t ain't rented (Go)
VVS, come back for the return
Stop drinkin' that liqour, n*gga, know it burn
f*ck an early bird, n*gga, I don't eat worms
We f*ckin' his moms, gotta wait my turn
Creep on a opp n*gga house like a perv
Shoot at the whip, make the f*ck n*gga swerve
We f*ckin' for hours, I just popped a Perc'
I react on the drink cuz she gеt on my nerves
Beat a f*ck n*gga down, takе a sh*t on his face
Whole gang in this b*tch, it'll lead to the race
I be simpin' too much, got a son on the way
Fat b*tch on my side, head adjusting my lace
How the f*ck you lose a submarine in a lake?
Indian b*tch, talkin' with the Apes
I'm rockin' the Mikes, n*gga, and they fake
Just found out I had a cousin named Jake
[Verse 2: GTB Tezz]
I just found out I had a cousin named Rob
He flexin' 10 bands, then he finna get robbed
I can tell she eat di*k, just look at her bob
f*cked on a Muslim the pus*y was wild

[Verse 3: Davi Dynamic & 1aaron]
Hakuna Matata, say "Hi!" to Allah
Young Carti, I had to dress up with my sock
Yo mama a freak, she be eatin' that c*ck
This crack got the fiends doin' sh*t I ain't saw
Police on the way, drop the di*k out the car
A n*gga sh*tty just like Bo-Man
f*ckin' a big b*tch, need more than 2 hands
My n*gga ugly, bro, let's go on a 2-Man

[Verse 4: GTB Tezz]
(On God)
Wake up in the mornin', might hit up a dyke
Ain't gettin' no pus*y, I'm beatin' my pipe (Beat on my pipe)
Me and my twin hit the same b*tch twice
Hit a hoe from the trap, she can't pay for her lights

[Spoken: GTB Tezz, 1aaron, & Davi Dynamic]
b*tch can't even pay for her lights, that b*tch broke
Dirty ass b*tch, can't even pay for a- 5 dollar footlong
Man that sh*t cra-zy, that sh*t crazy
Section 8 housin' monkeys
Man that sh*t
Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha
[Verse 5: Davi Dynamic, 1aaron, & GTB Tezz]
Just looked at a n*gga, he lookin' like Timmy Turner got the burner
Hardest in the trap, known strictly for servin'
Popped me a fake Perc', this sh*t ain't workin' [Brrd]
Hol' on, my b*tch, was scratchin', I'm burnin'
I need a fat hoe who really twerkin'
I need a fat hoe who ain't a virgin
Just cut a fat b*tch who really burnin' like bacon
Rosa Parks, "Get Out The Seat", b*tch it's taken
Thank Martin Luther King, cuz he really the greatest
I can f*ck a white b*tch on the 'Gram in my basement
Catch a opp n*gga like Chris Hansen
Serve a n*gga that boogie, he still dancin'
Served a fake Perc', got his leg crampin'
(Woo)
Uh, fat b*tch got an ass in the front
When I hit from the front, I be watchin' it jump (Go)
Just like it's '06, boy, watch the Cadillac (Jump, Go)
I keep sellin' bricks in my Cadillac clumped
I can't go to sleep, gotta wait on the plug
TTP, with the drugs and the guns
Pull ya pants up, I can see ya buns
Open that mouth, tryna buss on that tongue
Who got the 'za, I'm tryna go up
Keep talkin' sh*t, I'mma spit in his cup
BBL b*tch, hit the cup on her butt (Suii)
b*tch, I been kickin' some sh*t like my cousin
My cousin holdin' it down, while I run from the Plug
f*ck on a mama and beat on her son
Indian diamond, the Glock make 'em run
Beat up the pot with the Glock, like the sun
[Outro]
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