DC The Don - Rag3 Kidd lyrics

(Hey, everybody)

Screaming, "Fuck that
I'ma go where my niggas go"
Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance
Ho" (yeah)
Inside, trying to find what I'm missing, ho
Rage kid, we gon' pop out, let's get it, ho
(Let's go)
Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon
Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam
(Grrt, grrt) free the guys
Fuck the law that's just keepin' 'em
We gon' fight 'til they home
And they freein' em (What? What?)
March of freedom
Are We There Yet? like Nia Long
Ray Charles, fuck the hate
Wе ain't seein' 'em old niggas
Swear that new onеs mistreatin' 'em
Go figure, blamin' them, but you leadin' 'em

See, I told y'all, you niggas can't defeat me
(Huh) ballin' like LaMelo while they
Tryna overseas me (yeah)
Get your shit together, love
This shit don't come easy
Like I told you once before
The world is yours, you don't need me
I spy the red dot on my opps, watch 'em die
Ayy (Boom)
We bringing big smoke, make 'em
Artichoke, that's a different diet, no say
(Ha ha) we had to beat the pot to have
A popping squad and make a profit
Bye then adios (Jet)
'Cause this shit karate in the Bentley body
We be kicking knowledge to you folks (Skrrt)
I'm finna yippee-ki yay ayy (What?)
We tryna hit the sky, aye ayy (What?)
I think she know the vibe, aye ayy (What?)
We never trip the tie aye ayys (yeah)
This shit a piece of pie, I'm a different guy
Watch my flow
My switch ups got 'em mesmerized
Now your new nigga hurt and I sympathize
And lil' bro got my new music memorized, yeah
(Huh?) sometimes I wanna go back and
Visit the city lights, yeah
(yeah) this LA life no good, I
Haven't been feeling right, yeah
(Feeling right, yeah) but I had to take off
I don't wanna be victimized, yeah
(Victimized, yeah) just tell me
Would I really be wrong if I came
Back to stay the night? yeah
(Stay the night, yeah) yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Screaming, "Fuck that
I'ma go where my niggas go"
Take off, tell her, "Bye and good riddance
Ho"
Inside, trying to find what I'm missing, ho
(What?)
Rage kid, we gon' pop out, let's get it, ho
(Let's go)
Red flags, got a whole lot to lean upon
Metal god, got more choppers than Vietnam
(Grrt, grrt) free the guys
Fuck the law that's just keepin' 'em
We gon' fight 'til they home
And they freein' em (What?)
March of freedom
Are We There Yet? like Nia Long
Ray Charles, fuck the hate
We ain't seein' 'em (What?)
Old niggas
Swear that new ones mistreatin' 'em
Go figure, blamin' them, but you leadin' 'em
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

But that's whatever (What?)
Tryna get my bag together (Buh buh)
Tryna get my bag together that's forever
Tryna go change the weather, yeah, yeah (Ha)
Tryna go change the weather, yeah
I gotta get this shit together