Doja/Don’t Sl33p* lyrics

[Intro]
I know that they lurkin'
I don't sleep, I be workin'
My driver close the curtains (Get That Bentley)
I hotbox the whole damn whip, then my driver with how he swervin'
Paranoid and alert
So the police make me nervous

[Pre-Chorus]
Triple H on my sh*t, I put my b*tch in a DT (Yeah, Yeah)
Why you showing your ice?
Boy we all know that them sh*ts ain't VVs (Yeah, Yeah)
And I'm slow on the gas
Pedal to the medal, told 'em you can't beat me (Yeah, Yeah)
And we back on your ass (Trademark!)
Tell that lil b*tch, it's a green beam (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Put that b*tch in sport
I'm knowing that thеse motherf*ckers see mе (Yeah, Yeah)
Girl I got all the cash, but my main b*tch tryna leave me (Yeah, Yeah)
She goin' out sad, sh*t I'm finna slide girl delete me
I'm just tryna vibe with a freak, freak (Yeah)
I can go outside now they free me (Yeah)
Roll through your town, and we smokin' on doja
My b*tch gettin' mad 'cause I got different motives
It's different strokes, for some new different folks
I ain't choosing no b*tch, I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden, these n*ggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south, and I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk sh*t, We can go up
[Verse 1]
I be trying to Giannis my sh*t, like the Mil' Town Bucks
Like my shirt? Oh cool, thanks much
OTL on me, I feel like a mutt
If it's up, then it's up, it stay up, and it's stuck
Damn he was poppin', what happened to bruh?
It's a cold ass game, he ain't getting no love
That's why I'm keeping my pockets so stuffed
If my family switch up, now the fans will switch up
That's why I'm telling my n*ggas, this sh*t really sport, we all gotta eat
We pull up with chopsticks, we roamin' the city
With a full tank of gas, but we leaving on E
Hol' up, this b*tch right under my seat (Yeah)
Lemme know where we can meet
b*tch, it's a dub if it's you versus me
And I know that n*gga ain't bringing no heat (Yeah)
Clearly this sh*t OD
Remember my brother, he said keep the family close
I ain't know what it means (Ay)
But now that I'm up in this b*tch
I see so many faces, I just stick with the team (Ay)
Rockstar limousine (Ay)
Big steppin' in Alexander Mcqueen

[Chorus]
Put that b*tch in sport
I'm knowing that these motherf*ckers see me (Yeah, Yeah)
Girl I got all the cash, but my main b*tch tryna leave me (Yeah, Yeah)
She goin' out sad, sh*t I'm finna slide girl delete me
I'm just tryna vibe with a freak, freak (Yeah)
I can go outside now they free me (Yeah)
Roll through your town, and we smokin' on doja
My b*tch gettin' mad 'cause I got different motives
It's different strokes, for some new different folks
I ain't choosing no b*tch, I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden, these n*ggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south, and I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk sh*t, We can go up
[Verse 2]
Like that's some whack sh*t
Why you taking my swag? Give it back, b*tch
I just pulled out with a bad b*tch
Watch me pull off with a bag (Skrrr)
They know that I'm winning, they know that I'm flexing
That's rockstar lil Daij, but he still got a weapon
Shut the f*ck up, girl you blockin' your blessings
They like how he got cake, and that young n*gga stressing
Wave in my face, cause' I'm doing the most
You know how it goes
In the studio abusing the mic, is that cocaine pure white dope?
Cheating ass n*gga, they tryna take all my notes
They know that DC the goat
I been raising hella n*ggas, fo sho

[Pre-Chorus]
Triple H on my sh*t, I put my b*tch in a DT (Yeah, Yeah)
Why you showing your ice?
Boy we all know that them sh*ts ain't VVs (Yeah, Yeah)
And I'm slow on the gas
Pedal to the medal, told 'em you can't beat me (Yeah, Yeah)
And we back on your ass
Tell that lil b*tch, it's a green beam (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Put that b*tch in sport
I'm knowing that these motherf*ckers see me (Yeah, Yeah)
Girl I got all the cash, but my main b*tch tryna leave me (Yeah, Yeah)
She goin' out sad, sh*t I'm finna slide girl delete me
I'm just tryna vibe with a freak, freak (Yeah)
I can go outside now they free me (Yeah)
Roll through your town, and we smokin' on doja
My b*tch gettin' mad 'cause I got different motives
It's different strokes, for some new different folks
I ain't choosing no b*tch, I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden, these n*ggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south, and I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk sh*t, We can go up