DC The Don - Eclipse lyrics

Whoa whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Damn, Trademark let's go

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I'm dropping another one this year  (What?)
Niggas do well under pressure
But I'm bringing pressure
I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year
(What?) ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when
He played for Magic
The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear
(Let's go)
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga
You random
And nigga, we know that you big weird

Whole lotta gear, whole lotta
Whole lotta ammo
Navy Seal boys all camo (What?)
Playin' the piano
Sosa still playing in my Lambo'
Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo (yeah)
You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas
They talking that shit on the Mac
While we up in the bando
Living rent-free in your head while
I'm eating my snacks
And I'm fucking your bitch in my sandals
(What?)

These niggas, they weird as a bitch
I just told lil' bro we
Don't fuck with they kind, i ain't answering
(No) these rapping-ass niggas keep hitting
Me asking for features
But brodie, this shit is unflattering (Brr)
Big headed, bitch she imagining (What?)
Stats too high, this shit is staggering
(yeah)
Walk through, mute the fucking chattering
Tool go "gratata, " end his fucking gathering
I took a chill pill, I'm feeling amazing
Smoking some loud, I'm a regular patient
Moving around with a Glock like The Matrix
(Whoa) please watch what you say 'cause
This shit can get dangerous (Whoa, whoa)
Okay, this chopper don't miss
It ain't aimless
Ayy, lil' brodie, chill out, boy
It's hella surveillance
Smoking on gas, big pack in a spaceship
I'm that nigga this year, I'm
Just making a statement, whoa

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I'm dropping another one this year (Gang)
Niggas do well under pressure
But I'm bringing pressure
I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year
(Let's go) ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when
He played for Magic
The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear (Bye)
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga
You random (What?)
And nigga, we know that you big weird
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm too rich
Clearly, girl, I'm too sick (Whoa)
Woke up mad, tryna get him hit
Fuck that talking, nigga, what's his zip?
Like, damn, he pissed (What?)
Tryna shoot the boy, damn, he missed (Pew)
Bought her OnlyFans, damn, he simped (Woo)
Finna fuck around and bust my wrist
Chopper for lunch, bitch, we serving up dish
(What?) light skin lil' bitch tried to
Suck on my dick
I'm exhausted, I'm holding a ton my wrist
(Brr)
Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hundred and shit
In the party with Poudii, we huntin' and shit
Bought my mama a house
Having fun with this shit (Bah)
With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit
(Gang)
Moving in tune when the money make sense
Need the front and the back
Or I ain't coming, lil' bitch

I'm taking off, shit
You knew I wouldn't stay
I'm still a rockstar, I feel it in my veins
I asked you voluntary
Did you forget that day? (Oh)
Oh yes of course you did, that's why I'm MIA
(Whoa) rocketship in a whole 'nother space

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic
I'm dropping another one this year
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas do well under pressure
But I'm bringing pressure
I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year
(Let's go) ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when
He played for Magic
The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear
(yeah, yeah)
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga
You random
And nigga, we know that you big weird
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whole lotta gear, whole lotta
Whole lotta ammo navy Seal boys all camo
Playin' the piano
Sosa still playing in my Lambo'
Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo
You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas (Trap, trap)
They talking that shit on the Mac
While we up in the bando (Trap, trap)
Living rent-free in your head while
I'm eating my snacks (Trap, trap)
And I'm fucking your bitch in my sandals
(Trap, trap)

Living rent-free
(yeah) , in a grown nigga head (Trapstar)