DC The Don - Waffle House lyrics

Trademark! Yeah, yeah
It's 4 AM aw, man
Yeah, ooh yeah

Ayy, greedy ass, need the bitch, she sleazy
Had to treat the ho up late at 3 AM
My young niggas plumbing the way
They keep a pole at the chicken spot
Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo fuckin' block
My young niggas step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap
It's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot
So I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them niggas, hell yeah
We made 'em walk it out
My bitch a natural figure, hell yeah
That nigga ballin' out
Big ass body that bitch too
Thick, it cost 250, i'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the
City, y'all niggas too litty
I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah
It's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst is over, yeah
I'm feelin' great (yeah)

Cause I cannot see nobody, Dior on my frames
Like "Oh, you talkin' to me"
I don't know your name
Like "Who you with?", Nigga where yo gang?
My choppa sit
That bitch gon' blow you out your frame
(Boom, boom, boom)
He can't keep up, that nigga lame
Your bitch on go
You better charge it to the gang
I'm Jack Frost, but today I'm Plain Jane
Go pick your poison
Either way the same thing (yeah)
I woke up and I'm dippin' double
These niggas be leechin
Fuck my ho's and I ain't gon' fuck her after
That nigga not livin' his life, he cappin'
Leonardo, you a fuckin' actor
Tell me that shit behind the scenes
And tell me what happen after
GTA screen, that nigga cashin'
Hold on nigga, my pockets fatter
You niggas chasin' after a ghost
I been had that she ratchet
Fucked a white bitch like Black Lives Matter
BMW kick, my shit still faster
I just skrt right past your new nigga
He smelled the air like
"Damn they smokin' pressure" (Yessir)
I don't do no fuckin' passin'
I just get the ball and then
I shoot my fuckin' shot, i'm OTL or never
Had to get my shit together (Donny)
Fuck it if we ballin' then we ballin'
It ain't shit to give my niggas cheddar
2021 it's a brand new chapter
I ain't tryna bless this bitch right now
Cause I ain't yo fuckin' pastor
Tsunami storm, natural disaster
Climbin' to the top
Then I'm takin' my ladder
Rage Kidd that boy so up right now
So fuck what's comin' after
You know me I'm up a stack

Ayy, greedy ass, need the bitch, she sleazy
Had to treat the ho up late at 3 AM
My young niggas plumbing the way
They keep a pole at the chicken spot
Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo fuckin' block
My young niggas step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap
It's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot
So I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them niggas, hell yeah
We made 'em walk it out
My bitch a natural figure, hell yeah
That nigga ballin' out
Big ass body that bitch too
Thick, it cost 250, i'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the
City, y'all niggas too litty
I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah
It's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst is over, yeah
I'm feelin' great (yeah)