DC The Don - EPIDEMIC lyrics

Astro on the beat (Ah, hahahahahah)
Run the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah and this DC song
You already know that
Nigga,  Outlaw got that ga- (What?)

Mister that always be questionin' me
Pressin' me
I had your main bitch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pussy ass successfully, ayy

Okay, beat his ass, that's necessity, ayy
When I'm up in these
Streets feel like Sesame, ayy
'Cause grouchy ass niggas, ain't testin' me
Ayy
Thought I told you I didn't have the recipe
Ayy (Grr, whaddup?)
Tryna break her back, back, back, back, back
Chemo fuckin' therapy, ayy
When I pull up in that black
Who the fuck is that?
With that fuckin' dexterity, ayy

I see 'em, I see 'em, got clarity, ayy
Knock his ass out, solidarity, ayy
And you boostin' up my popularity, ayy
All this free clout, I'm runnin' a charity
Ayy he don't got no longevity, ayy
Doot doot doot doot, comin' in heavily, ayy
And it's OUTLAW the gang, leave a legacy, ayy
How you love me and hate me? That's jealousy
Ayy i could see enemy, point 'em
Out, yeah, him especially, ayy
(I got him)
Ooh, nigga, I can't wait to beat your ass
He gon' get the best of me, ayy
Left, right, uppercut, fatality, that's
My fuckin' specialty, ayy
Look at your swollen eyes
Been like that nigga just
Popped some ecstasy, ayy
Okay, I cut him, I did
That shit medically, ayy, yeah
(Damn)
We in the South like the fuckin' Confederacy
You niggas really ain't got no integrity
I know you bitch really wanna
Have sex with me, ayy
(Damn, what, what, what)
You on her phone beggin'
Her for some symapthy
She on my dick tellin' me that she missin' me

Mister that always be questionin' me
Pressin' me
I had your main bitch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pussy ass successfully, ayy

I been that nigga since I was a jit
Bite that lil' nigga, like he was a bit'
He sendin' shots, I bet that he miss
Baby, he mad, I know that he pissed
Lil' bitty bitch, stay the fuck off my dick
You got corona, I know that you sick
I'm not a kid, I don't want no tricks
I'm in my bag, I can't take no pics, yeah
Big ass chopper and it's fast
With the long grip
She gon' keep askin' for the
Cash if the song hit
I like it fast, so I do the dome flip
My bitch tell slides, I'm fuckin' my homegirl
That's some young nigga shit
That's some young nigga shit
YNW, feel my young nigga jit
LV artillery on my hip
It could hold a ray gun and a flamer and shit
(Woo)
Stop callin' me, I'm a gamer, lil' bitch
Cali born in this bitch, I'm a singer
Lil' bitch
Earth, Moon on my muhfuckin' finger and shit
Got a cougar lil' bitch
She a swinger and shit
Take off, skate, don't linger lil' bitch
Peanut, face, I'm feelin' lil' frisk'
I cut through
I'm threadin' the needle and shit
I'm tryna make hit's like
The Beatles lil' bitch

Mister that always be questionin' me
Pressin' me
I had your main bitch undressin' me, ayy
I don't concern on my celly, could burn 'em
They said DC, "You need some therapy, ayy"
Six feet, turn 'em, put 'em on the tee shirt
Rock 'em like accessory, ayy
Big bad colonel, put him in the grave
Lay his pussy ass successfully, ayy

Okay, beat his ass, that's necessity, ayy
When I'm up in these
Streets feel like Sesame, ayy
'Cause grouchy ass niggas, ain't testin' me
Ayy
Thought I told you I didn't have the recipe
Ayy (Grr, whaddup?)
Tryna break her back, back, back, back, back
Chemo fuckin' therapy, ayy (Okay)
When I pull up in that black
Who the fuck is that?
With that fuckin' dexterity, ayy

Nigga, Outlaw got that gas