DC The Don - STOP BEING SO NICE lyrics

Oh trademark!

Ayy, brodie got a bag, got another bag
SBSN shit, put it on the map
Stop being so nice, I ain't tryna laugh
Michael Jackson, my shit, girl, I'm going bad
(yeah) and I'm oh so fly, it's in the past
Risky shit, Jet Lee, it'll never last
And you gon' keep playing with me like that
Girl, I been fast asleep, got jetlag
(What? What? What?)
Ayy, brodie, relax, we ain't never mad
Only twenty years old with hella cash
Sliding in an X6 going too fast
And I'ma move how I wanna move, girl
I'm hella rad
Know the opps wanna pay to see me lose
Said my time been up, but it never has
(What?)
And these folks gotta pay to see me score
Twenty point blowout, hella body bags (Whoa)

Got a big-ass chop
Finna give a nigga heat for sure
Make him belly roll, yeah, J Lo
I got the sauce when I walk, peso, peso, ayy
(Okay)
Big steppin', Simon says go, bitch, go
(What?)
All these diamonds on me squeezing my throat
(Go) need a redemption, I'm getting it close
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm bringing my own style
I'm not a hypebeast rest in peace Mac Dre
In the Bay getting hyphy (yeah)
And this bike chain shiny, yup
Right in my white tee (yeah)
Automatically in, you ain't have to invite me
(What?)
Got a big, big bird and she ain't my wifey
I don't drive eighty-five, yeah
That shit don't excite me
Only hundred or more when I'm
Up in this white thing
Bitch green bean, now do it like Nike, go
I been flooring love, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(I've been flooring, I've been flooring
I've been flooring)
The pain enormous, yo, so-whoa-whoa-whoa (So)

Ayy, brodie got a bag, got another bag
SBSN shit, put it on the map (What?)
Stop being so nice, I ain't tryna laugh
(yeah)
Michael Jackson, my shit, girl, I'm going bad
(What?) and I'm oh so fly, it's in the past
Risky shit, Jet Lee, it'll never last
(Slatt, slatt, slatt)
And you gon' keep playing with me like that
Girl, I been fast asleep, got jetlag
(Gat, gat, gat)
Ayy, brodie, relax, we ain't never mad
Only twenty years old with hella cash (yeah)
Sliding in an X6 going too fast
And I'ma move how I wanna move, girl
I'm hella rad (Skrrt)
Know the opps wanna pay to see me lose
Said my time been up, but it never has
(What?)
And these folks gotta pay to see me score
Twenty point blowout, hella body bags

(What?)