DC The Don - Doja (Don’t Sl33p) lyrics

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

Triple H on my shit, I put my bitch in a DT
(yeah, yeah) why you showing your ice?
Boy we all know that them shit's 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 bitch, it's a green beam (yeah)

Put that bitch in sport
I'm knowing that thеse motherfuckers see mе
(yeah, yeah) girl I got all the cash
But my main bitch tryna leave me
(yeah, yeah) she goin' out sad
Shit 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 bitch gettin' mad 'cause
I got different motives
It's different strokes
For some new different folks
I ain't choosing no bitch
I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden
These niggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south
And I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk shit, We can go up

I be trying to Giannis my shit
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 niggas
This shit 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 bitch right under my seat
(yeah) lemme know where we can meet
Bitch, it's a dub if it's you versus me
And I know that nigga ain't bringing no heat
(yeah) clearly this shit 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 bitch
I see so many faces
I just stick with the team (Ay)
Rockstar limousine (Ay)
Big steppin' in Alexander Mcqueen

Put that bitch in sport
I'm knowing that these motherfuckers see me
(yeah, yeah) girl I got all the cash
But my main bitch tryna leave me
(yeah, yeah) she goin' out sad
Shit 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 bitch gettin' mad 'cause
I got different motives
It's different strokes
For some new different folks
I ain't choosing no bitch
I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden
These niggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south
And I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk shit, We can go up

Like that's some whack shit
Why you taking my swag? Give it back, bitch
I just pulled out with a bad bitch
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 fuck up
Girl you blockin' your blessings
They like how he got cake
And that young nigga 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 nigga
They tryna take all my notes
They know that DC the goat
I been raising hella niggas, fo sho

Triple H on my shit, I put my bitch in a DT
(yeah, yeah) why you showing your ice?
Boy we all know that them shit's 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 bitch, it's a green beam (yeah)

Put that bitch in sport
I'm knowing that these motherfuckers see me
(yeah, yeah) girl I got all the cash
But my main bitch tryna leave me
(yeah, yeah) she goin' out sad
Shit 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 bitch gettin' mad 'cause
I got different motives
It's different strokes
For some new different folks
I ain't choosing no bitch
I been boosting my quota
Go like James Harden
These niggas ain't guarding
I'm back in the south
And I'm balling like Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
Elon Musk shit, We can go up