WHAT NOW? Lyrics – DC The Don
(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 *** 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 told them ***, 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
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as ***, I don’t think that I need it right now
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
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’ ***
I just Chris Pauled on my motherfuckin’ ball
She a redbone, I’m a dog I suppose
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young niggas with me, they saying it’s goal
I done bossed all of them up, they ain’t ask me for ***, that’s just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)
And I’m up in this ***, I been counting my paper
That Vivienne Westwood Supreme alligator
I’m not a home wrecker, I’m ***, see you later
My *** *** wetter, please get it together
That GG all over my *** sweater
I pip regardless, I don’t move with the weather
That GG Allen rock the stage I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your *** love Donny, she just made me her header
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever
This *** not VLone, it’s a cross on my sweater
That’s ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix ’em together
Check my sound, this *** a number one seller
***, you know I know she just want all my cheddar
That’s why I’m sleeping with a brand new Beretta
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon’ make him three letters
Stack up my loot, ***, I love all my treasure
She a fan of my ***, we gon’ *** if I let her
Smash on the gas, it’s a whole nother level
Free my dawgs out the *** box, I ain’t letting up
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 *** 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 told them ***, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now
Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
I’ma spend my last before the world get over me
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it’s so hard to breathe
Now the VVVs talking, please don’t talk to me
I been traveling three months and keep falling on me
See I been tryna stack with my niggas
Roll up and get *** and back back with my niggas
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas
See my uncle, he used to sell *** to these niggas
Drunk out, I can’t even go down with these niggas
[?] there’s no cap on a ***
Strapped up in this ***, Mad Max on these niggas
You can’t *** with my ***, so relax on my ***
Hop out a Jag, who is that little ***?
***, it’s me little Daij with them racks on me *** (Lets go)
*** we up two hella casualties, ***
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he’s a real good debater
We still good on this side, we ain’t *** 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
They say they need me to *** 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 told them ***, 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
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as ***, I don’t think that I need it right now
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherfuckin’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down
Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go
