D.O.N. lyrics

How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that sh*t be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight

b*tches f*ckin with me mentally
My ops they tryna do me
They tryna run me down and tryna do me like the movies
I stay strapped by they ain’t talking bout no gaps
I keep, somethin in my back just in case they wanna get slashed up
Claimin that you trapping and rappin and sellin packs
You ain’t sold a damn thing oi stop talking crap
I don’t know why they be hatin maybe cause they can’t beat me
I guarantee in two years they gon see me on tv
I call the shots, Im a boss
I’m the real [Don-a-re-up]
On the pact em call my brother when that foods gone
I’ve been smashing cones While I’m pumping lil' Sknow
In my zone tryna work my way up to that motherf*ckin throne


How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that sh*t be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight
How you claim to be a boss when you a flop
When that sh*t be kickin off you be the first to ring the cops
I don’t know why they be hating bra they see me doing great
On my grind tryna cop myself a chain with some weight