DC The Don, DC The Don - WHAT NOW? lyrics

(Let's go, Mario) skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (yeah)

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war
And I think that I've seen enough now
They say they need me to fuck up
Milwaukee, come home, do a show
Then I'm out (yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through
My city, four hundred degrees, i'm hot now
See, I tell them bitches that new
Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
(Brr, yeah)

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated
Big ego, I mean it, pipe down
(yeah) and I know she want love
But I'm anti as fuck (yeah, yeah)
I don't think that I need it right now (Okay)
It's no room for each other
Michi had a mother
And still he was gunned and shot down (yeah)
But I still go OD for my
Motherfuckin' brothers, whenever it's down
Smack down (yeah)

Saturday night
I'm goin' raw as a motherfuckin' ho (yeah)
I just Chris Pauled on my motherfuckin' ball
(yeah, yeah)
She a redbone, I'm a dog, I suppose
(yeah, brr)
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the
Lot, my young niggas with me
They saying it's goals
I done bossed all of 'em up
(Skrrt) , they ain't ask me for
Shit (yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
That's just gang so you know how it goes
(yeah, yeah)
And I'm up in this bitch
I been countin' my paper (yeah)
That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator
(What? yeah)
I'm not a home wrecker, I'm fucked
See you later
My bitch pussy wetter, please get it together
(yeah)
That GG all over my motherfuckin' sweater
(Okay) i pimp regardless
I don't move with the weather
(Okay, okay, okay)
That GG Allin rock the stage out whenever
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your bitch love Donny
She just made me her header (Skrrt)
She said you GOATed
I told her she was clever (yeah)
This shit not VLONE
It's a cross on my sweater
That's ØUTLAW Rickies
I just mix 'em together (yeah)
Check my sound, this shit a number one seller
(yeah) bitch, you know I know she
Just want all my cheddar (yeah, yeah)
That's why I'm sleeping with
A brand new Beretta (yeah)
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
(Brr) proceed with caution
We be smokin' on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
(Woo) boy, your ass not a man
We gon' make him three letters (yeah)
Stack up my loot, bitch
I love all my treasure (yeah)
She a fan of my shit
We gon' fuck if I let her (Yes sir)
Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level
(Yes sir)
Free my dawgs out the motherfuckin' box
I ain't lettin' up (Yes sir)

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war
And I think that I've seen enough now
(Bop, baow) they say they need me to fuck up
Milwaukee, come home, do a show
Then I'm out (Let's go)
I gotta watch how I move through
My city, four hundred degrees, i'm hot now
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
See, I tell them bitches that new
Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Sicilian shores
Tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
(yeah, yeah) i'ma spend my last before the
World get over me (Go)
I got my heart on my sleeve
And this Cuban link choker
It's so hard to breathe (Let's go)
Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me
(Go) let me travel three months and
Keep fallin' on me (Go, go)
Yeah (yeah) , see, I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get high in
Back back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle
He used to sell crack to these niggas
Drunk out
I can't even go down with these niggas
You just one like me too
There's no cap on a nigga
Strapped up in this bitch
Mad Max on these niggas
You can't fuck with my bitch
Don't relax on me, nigga
(Huh)
Hop out a Jag, who is that little nigga?
Bitch, it's me
Little Daij with them racks on me nigga
(Let's go)
Bitch, we up two hella casualties, nigga
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off
See you later he just runnin' his mouth
He's a real good debater
I'm still gettin' my Z's
I won't sleep over haters
We still good on this side
We ain't fucking with traitors
Gang, gang, gang

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war
And I think that I've seen enough now (yeah)
They say they need me to fuck up
Milwaukee, come home, do a show
Then I'm out
I gotta watch how I move through
My city, four hundred degrees, i'm hot now
See, I tell them bitches that new
Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated
Big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love
But I'm anti as fuck
I don't think that I need it right now
It's no room for each other
Michi had a mother
And still he was gunned and shot down
But I still go OD for my
Motherfuckin' brothers, whenever it's down
Smack down

Rockstar rockstar
Go, go, go