DC The Don - Jet Lee lyrics

G, I think we got one

Huh, uh Jet Li
Cookin' captions, I hit it repeat
I just bagged thirty bands in my sleep
Hit Hibachi, bitch I'm tryna' eat
Shut the fuck up, bitch, gargle this meat
In the pool with the sharks, and it's deep
Ain't no chill, bro, he going OD
We gon' spin through your block, beep, beep
Beep come out and play
We don't play hide and seek (Skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga want smoke, let me know sumn'

Truly like that, when his ass gettin' up
We gon' get in double trucks, yeah
Both of em' what's in your mouth?
It's the VVVs talkin', I can't
Motherfuckin' talk to you folks, uh
Great big white, throw some
Missouri, MO state, like we got Allstate
I'm insured
I ain't trippin' about what a nigga say
Okay, I ain't flossing
Hide your kid, hide your wife
Lil ass nigga ain't safe
Watеr like Voss, ayy how you flexed up
And you nеver left the United States?
I ain't tripping off cost (Ay)
I'm a young ass nigga, and a boss (Ay)
And your racks all false, yeah, they all fake
Ohh, wipe me down I'm sane
Grew up where you stay
Inside or come outside and get
It how you live
Who that nigga that think that he Marley?
He get popped when he come to Milwaukee
Boom, boom, boom, pow, slap him
Blow him up or I do him like Rocky
Ice on my neck, yeah them hoes playing hockey
Winning on my bike, got a new Kawasaki
This shit I'm living, it not a hobby
Gucci my sandals, they said that I'm snobby
Spinning my ho's
Bitch I feel like I'm Scotty
Where is my Jimmy? I'm living like Johnny
Cowabunga going dumb, Kamikaze
In your house, leaving shells and bodies
Woah i'm too lit
Private plane finna hit in them cents
Get a brand new check get jiggy
She keep telling me to sign her titty
We won't go by, shawty gon' miss me
Whip the whole pot, I ain't too friendly
Send yo' ass up, straight with Whitney
Don't talk to twitter
Save that shit to my semi

Ooh, 800 straight to Greece you getting mad
I'm getting glad we make
You scrape the streets
Ooh, tell me I hate to leave
We in our bag not in our past
We finna' break the lead

Wake up smelling ham, God damn
Yo' Cam we gotta go hit the private
All these nigga's ass, they a body bag
Boy you not in tune with yo' life
I got pro tools that'll blow fools
Put a hole through his motherfuckin' noggin
We don't converse under those rules
Why the fuck is they motherfuckin' knocking?
I'm that new nigga, so they all toppin' me
All these rap nigga's fake, tryin' to stop it
Oh yeah, I'm rich, damn you
Called? DND, no DM, texting, or calling me
Yeah, get off my dick, excuse me pardon me
Boom, boom, boom, feel it in your arteries
I used it in school
It's a whole nother' part of me
I do not like your tone
So watch how you startle me
I'm the coolest nigga here, fo' sho'
Valet park the Jeep at the door
Ten toes down, never fold
Shout out Tizzy blowin up the smoke
I can't fuck with these ho's cause
I know that they gross
This is no NBA but I'll never go broke
Reach for my chain
We gon' take out his throat
I'm a farm animal, I'm the motherfuckin' goat
Mink on my coat, living out solo
Fucked the bitch raw, bought a plan b, YOLO
Have a lil mansion in this bitch, yeah, dolo
700 horsepower, thats a whole lotta polo
Do it for my brother, mama and coco
Whole lotta work, stay on the low though
I can't trust him, he gon talk to the popo
Girl that nigga brain made out
Of fudge and dodo

Huh, uh Jet Li
Cookin' captions, I hit it repeat
I just bagged thirty bands in my sleep
Hit Hibachi, bitch I'm tryna' eat
Shut the fuck up, bitch, gargle this meat
In the pool with the sharks, and it's deep
Ain't no chill, bro, he going OD
We gon' spin through your block, beep, beep
Beep come out and play
We don't play hide and seek (Skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga want smoke, let me know sumn'