DC The Don - Ricky Baker lyrics

That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal ayy
Gang, gang what?
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch
Y'all already know how the
Fuck we rockin' man gang, gang, gang, gang
Lil' Daij from the motherfuckin' east side
Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout ayy
Izak made this one

Keep that 30 in that back pack, I'ma max that
On my brother, get the cash stack, nigga
Matte black i'm deshouvled, I can not lack
I can not quack
But today I'ma pack that, I'ma blast that
Keep that 40 on my hip
(Wait, huh?) , it’s gone hit (yeah)
Beyblade, I'ma fuckin' let it rip
(Shoot that gun)
Thirty-eight, bang it out like nba
(Huh, what?)
Ayy, Lil Baby How yo day? It’s going great
(It's going great)
My Brodie said he smokin' skunk
Because it stank (That shit stank)
I’m so unbothered
At the crib I’m eating steak
He said he ran up on the Don
That’s his mistake
Because that steak ain’t fill me up
He on my Plate
Hold up bitch, 'cause I'm a big timer
I'm a sick rhymer
On the gang, I gotta Big piper
Ion fight typers
On my mama, she a click hopper
I'ma shit stopper
Dark nighter, it's a bit lighter
You a lick minor

On the gang, bitch, I'ma activate
I'm gon' activate
If he sneakin', I'm gon' activate
I'm gon' activate
Do me shmitty i’m gon' activate
I’m gon' activate
Bitch on my brudda, I’m gon' activate
I’m gon' activate

Got that 40 with that beam
Bitch make his legs rock
Cop some lemon pepper chicken wings
Right from wing stop
Got yo birdie in the backseat
She a street bop
Jarren said he love that 30, this a Big Glock
(Izak made this one)
Fuck a jelly, I'm a jam bitch
Fuck the fam bitch (Fuck that nigga)
Fuck Isiah, he a fan bitch i go ham bitch
I’m the goat, I'm still the man, bitch
Jackie Chan, bitch
I'ma tax him on the gram, bitch
Uncle Sam, bitch

I’m just from east side
The city, drop bodies, get gritty
If you sneaking, I got it
You get it, I’m riding, we with it
I’m just from east side
The city, drop bodies, get gritty
If you sneaking, I got it
You get it, I’m riding, we with it

Sending shots through his window
Nigga 10 fold
Hit his body make em crippled, extra simple
Shout out Shawny from the Den though
That’s my kinfolk that’s not yo' whip
So what you in for? It's a rental
(Gang, gang) all of these niggas be flockin
But they not gang gang, bitch
(They not gang gang)
Pull out that choppa on niggas
Then I go Luke Cage, bitch
(What?) why do you fuck with my
Mental? It’s clear I’m insane, bitch
(Bitch)
Please don’t act like you untouchable
You in my range, bitch
(Bitch) i got them big racks right on
Me, don’t care bout yo fame, bitch
(Bitch) fuck all yo homies in prison
I don’t feel yo pain, bitch
(Bitch) see me I take all your
Jewelry, best tuck yo chain, bitch
(What?) roll down the glass with the
Shotty, you Ricky today, bitch
(Baow, baow) i’m on yo ass with no mercy
Don’t care what you say, bitch
(Baow, baow)
Don’t see the vision, it’s blurry
I smeared up yo face, bitch
(Baow) put thirty on me like Curry
Don’t care bout no case, bitch
(What?)
Next time, approach me with courtesy
Or you get slayed, bitch
(Baow)

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, nigga
Yeah
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal