DC The Don - Hello DC! lyrics

Ayy, see
That's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
(G, I think we got one)
I was just telling Sean, Sean,  bro
I can't fuck no basic bitch  (yeah)
Stop calling my fucking phone, bruh
I ain't tryna hear that shit
Woke up like a new man
Walked outside in my New York Street Vans
Like now, it a big man, ayy (Whoa)
Get my racks up, I turned my ass to a big man
(Get, get, get, get)

TSA stopped us in Vegas too much ice
They can't believe that we made it (What?)
Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
You're just mad 'cause your shit is
Not bumping, just save it, whoa
Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic
When we stroll through your block
We leaving it vacant (yeah)
I'm an Eastside nigga
Please don't mistake it
And your girl sent a text, told her
"Happy belated" (Grr, grr, grr)
Oh my God
Rockstar nigga, I live according (Whoa)
Need for Speed demon, I been roaring (Skrrt)
I'm on the e-way, a thief
In the night, bitch, good morning
(Hello) we the type of niggas pull out
The ice while it's storming (What?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, tap in
(What? What? Whoa)
Ah yeah, he ain't know we make it happen
(Whoa) ah yeah, you brought a knife
You need a MAC-10 bop-bop, bitch, goodnight
Sweet dreams like Marilyn Manson (Grr ahh)
That boy just made a mistake
This my shit, I can't even the cake (What?)
I'm one hundred, these hoes a disgrace
Can you please stay the fuck
Out my face? Whoa (Get)
Captain save-a-ho, need him a cape
In that Lambo', do you want to race? (Race)
Put my pedal down, smash on the brake
In that deep water, shark with the greats
Whoa (Whoa)
How that nigga, he hating from the bleachers?
(How?) i'm on the court, and bitch
I still got my heater, whoa
(Boom)
24 on the back of my sneakers (Let's go)
She was a good-ass girl I
Turned into an eater (yeah)
That money is coming in various
This cash got my mood on Aquarius (Whoa)
Talking down, this and that, it's hilarious
I'm the king of my city, I carry it (yeah)
It was beef, so I had to go bury it
We sweep through your block like a terrorist
Feel like Heath, why the fuck you so serious?
Tell that nigga pipe down, boy
You barely lit (What?)
Hit a bone with a bag
Hit it straight from the back
Bitch, I'm royal, I need me a chariot (What?)
Ain't no cheapskate for you
I ain't tryna impress
I'ma take that lil' bitch to the Marriot
(What?) ain't no playing for keeps, bitch
It's up and it's stuck
I'm in love with the game, I'ma marry it
(Hundred guns, bitch)
Hundred guns if he wanted to carry us
Me and gang like the Fast and the Furious
(Skrrt)
He love talking that shit on the 'Gram
When I pop out and see him
He really the scariest (yeah)
And your diamonds ain't blinking enough
Boy, you stupid
You should've just got it from Elliot
Yellow diamonds like piss, I R kelly'd it
Me and Frosty bringing all of the action
(Gang)
John 'bout to pour a four of some medicine
(Gang) triple-seven, bitch
I told her I'm heaven-sent
Big show on a nigga (What?)
And it's primetime, I'm way too booted up
(Whoa)
Told my bro-bro, "Hold on, we moving up"
(Flex) we in the mode, nigga
Go ahead and screw it up
With my mask on, I feel like Freddy's son
Too many vibes and I said it (What?)
I think I need me a medic (What?)
Chilling on nothing pathetic
You niggas living pathetic (yeah)
He wanna steal my aesthetic (Huh?)
Pull up, I make you regret it (Bitch)
Two Glocks, these bitches magnetic
(Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr)
We turn your ass diabetic
I seen your bitch on my 'Gram
She was DMing me, but I left it and read it
(Left it and read it)
I did your bitch-ass a favor
You really my son, this shit is poetic
(It's Donny lil' bitch) we going 24
7, I'm up through the night
It's in my genetics (I'm up and I'm up)
I'm in the corner with nobody
On me, lil' bitch, i'm shooting like Redick
(Ballin')

Woke up in this primetime, lil'
Bitch, let's do it, yeah
Please don't steal my sunshine
I'm way too moody, yeah
Walking through the rain, Rick Owens
On me, I'm groovy, yeah
(Whoa) i'm stomping in the puddles, big
30 on me, I'm shooting, yeah
(Grr-aah)

TSA stopped us in Vegas too much ice
They can't believe that we made it (What?)
Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
You're just mad 'cause your shit is
Not bumping, just save it, whoa
Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic
When we stroll through your block
We leaving it vacant (Stroll)
I'm an Eastside nigga
Please don't mistake it (Stroll whoa)
And your girl sent a text, told her
"Happy belated" oh my God
Rockstar nigga, I live according (Rockstar)
Need for Speed demon, I been roaring
(Need for speed demon)
I'm on the e-way, a thief
In the night, bitch, good morning
We the type of niggas pull out
The ice while it's storming, oh yeah
(yeah)

Whoa