DC The Don – REST IN PEACE Lyrics
(Astro on the beat)
Damn ***, what the ***?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Ayy
Boom-boom-pow when this *** get loud
Niggas love to pop out when it’s hot out (What?)
Bro kick, Bruce Lee [?]
‘Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
I been on the east with some knucklehead niggas and some *** white boy dropouts
I don’t *** with no 9s [?]
Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep
Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat
They say, “Daij, why you ain’t never on the east?” Ayy
Well, you a bird, ***, all the *** you do is tweet (Get the *** off my ***)
Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the ***?)
Solid than a ***, never took a loss, ayy
Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace
All up on my ***, I swear you niggas sweet
Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I’m finna ride out
Said you got the [?] we can slide out
Don got a tank, hell yeah, I’ma [?]
Doing all that *** for a *** shoutout
Gettin’ on my *** nerves
Point his ass out, it’s a broke *** alert (Point him out)
Make a *** *** bite down on the curb
I’ma *** that ***’s kid, you know that *** Daij disturbed
I’m in the club and I’m off it
I’m in your dentist, I’m flossing
Toss up your set, ***, we moshing
Big chop on the bottom of that ***
My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed
Big RoRo called on the phone, lil’ bruh ***
These niggas in the east tryna break back in my ***
Lil’ bruh, I hit you, *** you doin’? Bruh, I’m sick
I got a pack that need to be shipped
We got them racks, we banging the six
Niggas [?] just tryna get rich
Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist
I don’t gotta talk ’cause the *** gon’ glist
Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch
Hit a ***, hit a ***, one time diss
Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch
Uh, *** ***, I’m hit your ass with a combo
Ballin’ on these niggas, pass your *** like I’m Rondo
I got thirty-thousand *** racks in my condo
Eating eggs benedict, ***, where my cilantro?
It’s gon’ *** rain all season, where your poncho?
Hella cheese in my *** pocket and it’s not yours
East side 11, ***
Big talk stepping, ***
Make the chopper sing, John Legend, ***
East side niggas know what I’m repping, ***, don’t walk up to my section
Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the ***?)
Solid than a ***, never took a loss (Facts)