DC The Don - Black Moon lyrics

Ayy, Artillery in this let a nigga try me
Yeah, ok Artillery gang

Either I'm gettin' hot or
This bitch gettin' cold
This a brand new whip
Whip that bitch through the snow
This a Phantom
Lil bro though he seen him a ghost
How the fuck I'm the that
Nigga and I'm headin'
Rick Owen my feet, had to stay on my toes
Hit that bitch from the side, Lil Frosty
Bang bros i ain't trippin' 'bout a bitch
Got a fat bankroll got her sippin' on mud
Now this bitch move slow
AR still jammed, so this bitch can't blow
Take two big Glocks
Had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots
Now the whole case closed
Really like stunna, had to get in that mode
AR still jammed, so this bitch can't blow
Take two big Glocks
Had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots
Now the whole case closed
I'm the king of the city
Camе to the east coast, gang
Big stick on that bitch like an Elеphant nose
Now the opps like, "Damn
Where the fuck that nigga go?"
Got the Henny in my lap
And I'm smokin' on dro
I ain't trippin' 'bout a bitch while
I'm out on the road two hundred
Just a clip out the muh'fuckin' fro
And I got long dreads
So that bitch gon' show
I'ma shake em for the opps
Middle finger to the folks
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Who the fuck at my door?
Artillery got the Glock
He gon' let out the smoke
Had to bless your trap
I'm your muh'fuckin' pope
I'm too muh'fuckin' sick
I'm too muh'fuckin' gross
In that brand new McLaren
I did not mean to boast
Fuck your homies in the pen
Better not drop the soap
I ain't goin' nowhere
Know they hate that the most i'm too rich
I'm the muh'fuckin'- muh'fuckin' GOAT
Know you love that smoke
Boy, your ass a joke
Heard you're lastin' in this shit
You ain't even come close
Say you my shit, boy, you smokin' on dope
My shit, got his ass on the ropes
Jeff Hardy your bitch, break her back out
Woah i'm so motherfuckin' lit
Only talkin' in quotes brand new sh