DC The Don - 6th Street lyrics

DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Los Angeles, California.U.S.

[DC The Don - 6th Street lyrics]

Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (B-B-Bankroll got it) yeah

Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat
Got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback
This bitch is alright, i won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most
Now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

Niggas be trippin' when DC go punk
But these punk ass niggas never get me
Bitch, I'm outside of your hood
Where the rips be
My pockets fuller than blues
Where the crips be, yeah
Ayy, she said I'm rude
But she still tryna lick me
I seen your homies got beat up on 6th Street
See, I can't hang with these bums
It don't fit me come get with me
With a whole lotta choppas, and
A whole lotta bricks, nigga come get with me
Niggas talkin' they shit on
The motherfuckin' internet, come get with me
Nigga, come get with me
Donny still gettin' fresh for these hoes
If that flex'll kill me then I'm with it
I just ran up hundred-fifty from the penny
I just keep that guala on me, I got plenty
My bitch got a, my Birkin got a semi
My wrist got a bag up on it, 1500
She still rock designer every
Time she with me she wanna be JCL in 1600
But I be so busy, I cannot be with it
And I don't gotta brag about it
It get tricky
She got a new nigga, told her that I ship it

Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat
Got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback
This bitch is alright, i won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most
Now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

Fuck it, whip it
I get that wock and I mix it, flip it
He got the bag and he fumble it, kick it
Not a shootout or kick back
I'm not tryna kick it my 223 with me
Pass me the ball, it's a muh'fuckin' mismatch
Talkin' my shit, need a muh'fuckin' Tic Tac
That boy a ho
He still ain't get his get back
Like, how you a player
Still ain't get yo' bitch back?
Pew pew, he get his wig snatched
Pew pew, I just gotta sit back
I watch my niggas do the work and hit that
We not silent to shootin'
It's clear he finna miss that
Pew pew, I got my shit back
Pew pew, I'm up where I live at
Bitch, you is not a mil'
You just a quick snack
But I might break it down
Like 808's and Kit-Kats

Smokin' that pressure, I handle that heat
Got a really cool fit with an SD
Niggas get carried like piggyback
This bitch is alright, i won't drive an S3
Sippin' the most, so I'm smokin' the most
Now my bitch say I'm bougee and messy
Big bobby blowin' the block like a ref be
Lil Donny spray off your top with a technique

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