Lyrics to FOUND YOU by DC The Don
(Georgia)
(Wrap me up in all your— I want ya)
(In my arms, oh, let me hold ya)
Get the back end after the back end then I backed out
In a fast car, they gon’ scream my name when I back out
Gettin’ high as fuck, so I been feelin’ too blacked out
No, I’m ’bout to stay with my ho, blowin’ her back out (Back out)
Fall in love (Fall in love and until I found her)
Yeah
(I said, “I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into”)
Woah
(I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I found you)
Yeah, aye
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that shit could spin
Why the fuck these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this bitch, McLaren
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren
Fuck it, leave them niggas starin’
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist!
Put some Chrome Heart on my niggas
Alexander Wang on my bitch (Bitch!)
And I need her back like, woah
All she ever wanted was a ring, but i bought a watch, too froze (Ohh)
Start playin’, takin’ every shot now, ‘Cause it feel like I cannot miss (Say that shit)
Took a fuckin’ long time for a nigga feelin’ like this (Woah, woah)
Hangin’ by a fuckin’ thread, and I’m scared to cut this shit loose (oh, oh, ohh)
That’s why I’m always in the air, no more savage, no more bad news
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that shit could spin
Why the fuck these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this bitch, McLaren
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren
She don’t like them niggas wearin’
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist (Yeah!)
These some Rick boots, they not kicks
Put it with the Off-White, bitch (ooh)
Put it with the Cartier, woah
Now my shit lookin like a Transformer, pull up in a autobot, woah
I’m all in
Get the back end after the back end then I backed out
(Fallin’)
In a fast car, they gon’ scream my name when I back out
(I’m all in)
Gettin’ high as fuck, so I been feelin’ too blacked out
(I’m all in)
And at the interstate I’m like, woah
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that shit could spin
Why the fuck these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this bitch, McLaren (Reow)
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren (Reow)
She don’t like them niggas wearin’ (Woah)
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist (Yeah!)
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist
These some Rick boots, they not kicks (Woah!)
Put it with the Off-White, bitch (Bitch!)
Put it with the Cartier, woah (What!)
Now my shit lookin like a Transformer, Pull up in a autobot, woah
I’m all in