DC The Don - Hateful Wishes lyrics

Trap trap
Trademark!

Baking soda, yeah, yeah, got the trap jumpin'
(Trap) we gon' pull up, yeah, yeah, nigga
We ain't frontin' (Bow)
Spurt up on the block, big nigga, Tim Duncan
Uh shootin' out the roof, that's on sight
No discussion (Grr ah)
Cancer patient, nigga, we want smoke
We ain't runnin' (Boom)
Glock impatient, nigga
I can't wait to get to dumpin'
(Fah-fah, fah-fah) way too many hoes
We gotta keep that shit three hundred
(Slatt) glizzy on me tucked at all
Times, I seen it comin', yeah

Two shots in his back just like Ricky, yeah
He gone (Boom, boom)
Big guy with this shit
Bitch every dog need him a bone (yeah)
We gon' wait, bitch, we gon' show
Our ass and yeah, that's facts, ayy
(What?) we don't play, with all that
Talkin' shit behind the Mac, ayy
(Fuck nigga) you get beat bitch
We don't leavе no snakes inside our grass
(Slatt)
Fuck with them racks say, DC brought that bag
(Ayy)
Way too many VV's 'round my nеck, I got a bag
Damn, we ain't make at least make like
30k? I had a bad day (Huh)
All blue denim, boy your pockets in a drought
(Drought) slang that iron, like I'm plyin'
When in doubt (Doubt)
She wanna get on my dick
But I'm curving that
Bitch, what I say? Don't
Be wastin' your melanin, uh
I'm a dog bitch, I'll pop out with that semi
And turn your best friend to a skeleton, uh
Fuck all you oppies, I sleep in Versace and
Drip in the chrome, I'm a felon, uh
Stack full, we rebelling it
Drip pool, should'a fell in it
EA if they tellin' it
Like Mike, 'cause I'm elegant
8 Ball cause we selling it
Bitch, I'ma throw the rock
Just like a Pelican, uh
He ain't safe, skin that boy alive
Sleep and hit the mine creepin' late
Foenem like to ride with demons on the side
He won't play
Bitch I pit his face in the interstate
SK, bitch we moving weight
It's too late to escape
Wait, please do not step on my Rafs
In the stu' and your bitch getting smashed
Off the henny, bitch, I'm getting trashed
She said "DC, please suck my ass"
I got a mu'fuckin' bag, fasho
So stay the fuck out silly ho'
Bitch, it's still a red light, I'm on go
Out of state, smoking outer space, DC
He a saint
Wait, I won't make you wait, so shawty
Have some faith
Wait, bitch I'm living great, five star
Eating crepes wait, ayy
Hundreds in the safe so how could I complain
Whippin' dishes in the kitchen, wait up
New prescription, tryna block my haters
Drunk as fuck and I'm tryna cover Fader
Hateful Wishes, fuck that bitch
We going major

Baking soda, yeah, yeah, got the trap jumpin'
(Trap) we gon' pull up, yeah, yeah, nigga
We ain't frontin'
Spurt up on the block, big nigga, Tim Duncan
Shootin' out the roof, that's on sight
No discussion (Grra)
Cancer patient, nigga, we want smoke
We ain't runnin' (Boom)
Glock impatient, nigga
I can't wait to get to dumpin'
Got too many hoes
We gotta keep that shit three hundred
(Slatt) glizzy on me tucked at all
Times, I seen it comin', yeah