Working On Dyin Lyrics – DC The Don
Told that ***, “I’m a god, ain’t no killing me”
Like Serena, them rackies ain’t new to me
They scream, “Donny alive”, they like, “Who is he?”
They like, “Who making cash, ***, you or me?”
If you try to come around on that lil’ bitty lame ***, you getting yo’ brain split
You working on dying, lil’ ***, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ ***, I get higher than Buddha, man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho’ just stay on my ***, Lindsay Lohan
White ho,’ she go up, but I’m from the low end (Let’s go)
This a 24 karat diamond, ***, I’m frozen
You been working on dying, lil ***, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ ***, I get higher than Buddha, man (That’s pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got both hands (That’s pressure)
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out (That’s pressure)
And your *** banging all of my songs, and they not out
When you lame, you gon’ keep suckin’ *** for a shoutout (Woah)
Pull up, uh, swerve, uh
.23 Glock, it’s cursed, uh
Slide through the SUV, I’m too up
Now that *** tryna ***, it’s curtains
I got major artillery, major artillery, ***, I’m outside, ten blickies (Yeah)
Out of town with ten digits (Woah)
Racks in my jeans, they fitted (Ayy)
Now flash, ho’, on camera, ayy
Then press start, no hammer, ayy
*** with this damage, ayy
How you pull up, no blammer? Ayy
Niggas told Don to get wicked, ayy
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
That boy chain got S.I. in it, ayy
Forgiato my wheels, keep spinnin’
Told that ***, “I’m a god, ain’t no killing me”
I got major artillery, major artillery, Donny alive, they like, “Who is he?”
I go up and get wicked
I pull up with some niggas
Do the math, we got .50, ***
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a strait-coat
He think he sippin’ on Wock’, that’s K Roll
He keep taking pictures, they keep takin’ pics, so that Balenciaga stay on me, lil ***
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a strait-coat
He think he sippin’ on Wock’, that’s K Roll
If you try to come around on that lil’ bitty lame ***, you getting yo’ brain split
You working on dying, lil’ ***, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ ***, I get higher than Buddha, man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho’ just stay on my ***, Lindsay Lohan
White ho,’ she go up, but I’m from the low end (Let’s go)
This a 24 karat diamond, ***, I’m frozen
You been working on dying, lil ***, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ ***, I get higher than Buddha, man (That’s pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got both hands (That’s pressure)
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out (That’s pressure)
And your *** banging all of my songs, and they not out
When you lame, you gon’ keep suckin’ *** for a shoutout (Woah)