DC The Don - Rock Out lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DC The Don - Rock Out lyrics]
(Trademark) they took that nigga X
I’m starting to think a nigga next
All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard
Up on my chest
When I’m walking out the house I
Always gotta wear a vest
Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they
Gone try to snatch my neck
Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me
For some power and respect
But I know his soul is empty
I don’t blame him for the stress
But you supposed to be here with me
I don’t think you gave your best
Just don’t forget them casualties
Don’t equal to a fucking check
That’s why I grind hard
Go and get it if i want it
Said fuck the league
I'ma make it with no diploma
Mama proud of me
She finally doing what she wanted
She said, "Finally
'cause DC is doing what he promised"
Bitch I got problems
See i’m coming it's stupid if he want it
Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that
Bitch up with the cheese on it
Yeah, I got baggage just like you but
Mine got double C’s on it
Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you
You gone have to go sneeze on it
I got extra beans on it
Heem got hella steeze on it
Powell, no Celine on it
Strip the scene on it
I been on the low, don’t nobody know
I been ducked off on my own
Tryna make these pockets fold
But the industry been aiming at my head top
They tryna take me off my shit
Tryna take my dead stock
Bitch I'ma make yo' fucking bed rock
(I'ma make it rock)
Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga
(Rockstar)
Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga
(Trap) tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga
(Said I'm on his ass)
Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga?
(Where the fuck is it at?)
Get up off my territory
Tarantino terror story
Because I’ve been blind
So many taking before they give to me (Fuck)
Said you love me twice
But don’t act like that it don’t
Make no sense to me
Gotta double back, gotta bring it back
Gotta bring more sense to me
Who can live like that? Got a knife in my
Back you ain’t never been kin to me
Bae what’s on your mind? I know
You schemin' on the low
Gotta get the backend for my show
Collecting my check, then back on road
Gotta put VLone on my clothes
Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace
Got hickies on my body oh yeah
He said he don’t want smoke, he want static
Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic
(Grr-aah) bitch we love them choppas
They say I'ma addict
(We love all them choppas)
I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that
This shit a habit
Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out
Cop out or get socked out
Rock out with our Glocks out
Real thorough nigga, I ain’t slipping
Bring the mops out
And I’m swerving, switching lanes
Keep the 30, i ain't bowing out
So far gone it’s been way too long
It’s been way too long
And I can’t feel my toes in the snow
No I can’t feel my toes in the cold
I’m all alone making plays in the snow
Don’t say that you miss me, it’s gets old
I know that shit cap, I know that shit cap
Talk bullshit like you play with me
Nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart
So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me
At the end of the day, my
Nigga, it don't matter 'cause
What's real gon' prosper, I ain't
Never did shit fake
On my motherfuckin' life one hundred
I’m starting to think a nigga next
All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard
Up on my chest
When I’m walking out the house I
Always gotta wear a vest
Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they
Gone try to snatch my neck
Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me
For some power and respect
But I know his soul is empty
I don’t blame him for the stress
But you supposed to be here with me
I don’t think you gave your best
Just don’t forget them casualties
Don’t equal to a fucking check
That’s why I grind hard
Go and get it if i want it
Said fuck the league
I'ma make it with no diploma
Mama proud of me
She finally doing what she wanted
She said, "Finally
'cause DC is doing what he promised"
Bitch I got problems
See i’m coming it's stupid if he want it
Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that
Bitch up with the cheese on it
Yeah, I got baggage just like you but
Mine got double C’s on it
Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you
You gone have to go sneeze on it
I got extra beans on it
Heem got hella steeze on it
Powell, no Celine on it
Strip the scene on it
I been on the low, don’t nobody know
I been ducked off on my own
Tryna make these pockets fold
But the industry been aiming at my head top
They tryna take me off my shit
Tryna take my dead stock
Bitch I'ma make yo' fucking bed rock
(I'ma make it rock)
Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga
(Rockstar)
Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga
(Trap) tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga
(Said I'm on his ass)
Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga?
(Where the fuck is it at?)
Get up off my territory
Tarantino terror story
Because I’ve been blind
So many taking before they give to me (Fuck)
Said you love me twice
But don’t act like that it don’t
Make no sense to me
Gotta double back, gotta bring it back
Gotta bring more sense to me
Who can live like that? Got a knife in my
Back you ain’t never been kin to me
Bae what’s on your mind? I know
You schemin' on the low
Gotta get the backend for my show
Collecting my check, then back on road
Gotta put VLone on my clothes
Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace
Got hickies on my body oh yeah
He said he don’t want smoke, he want static
Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic
(Grr-aah) bitch we love them choppas
They say I'ma addict
(We love all them choppas)
I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that
This shit a habit
Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out
Cop out or get socked out
Rock out with our Glocks out
Real thorough nigga, I ain’t slipping
Bring the mops out
And I’m swerving, switching lanes
Keep the 30, i ain't bowing out
So far gone it’s been way too long
It’s been way too long
And I can’t feel my toes in the snow
No I can’t feel my toes in the cold
I’m all alone making plays in the snow
Don’t say that you miss me, it’s gets old
I know that shit cap, I know that shit cap
Talk bullshit like you play with me
Nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart
So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me
At the end of the day, my
Nigga, it don't matter 'cause
What's real gon' prosper, I ain't
Never did shit fake
On my motherfuckin' life one hundred