DDG – Bottega Sweater Lyrics

Bottega Sweater Lyrics – DDG

(Kid Hazel, you killed this one)
Yeah

Double, Urus, 10, it’s all white
If niggas wanna beef, it’s on side
Pull up to your city, no fright
Niggas all barkin’, no bite
I’on’t know a bitch, that can’t pipe
I be out thuggin’ late night
Match it, decorated Off White
(Okay)
Richard Mille playin’, no bleedin’
Bad bitch leave him on scene
Money comin’ in, routine
Bottega Sweater, all green
Feelin’, like I’m really on top
Fifty K a feature, go cop
How you drivin’ Tate, with no flock?
Chargin’ for the feature, no swap (Fuck)

Huh, chargin’ for a buggy, niggas fade
What the fuck you bringin’ to the plate?
If you know, I already ate
Niggas had it, get it out the trench’
Ballin’ hard, never on the bench
One hit, I ain’t seen him since
Pockets hurt, I can see the dent
For run down, go repent
Just in case a nigga gettin’ hit (Buh)
Real life, nigga, not a skit
Hangin’ with the bloods in the cribs
I can go, signed the rich bill
Put a down payment in the hills
Niggas catchin’ on us, gettin’ real
I ain’t gotta stress about a bill
Poppin’ up, I get the racks and I lock it up (I gotta lock it up)
It’s a kiddy, I think that I’m gettin’ too purpled up (Gettin’ too purpled up)
Ain’t no fuming’, I know that ain’t nobody stoppin’ us (Nobody stoppin’ us)
Hmm, the racks in safe and I lock it up (Lock up)
Put racks in safe and I lock
Got a pistol, it’s stuffed in the crocs (Crocs)
Nigga, give me the shit that you got (Three)
Now the secret, they know I’m the shit (Shit)
VVS ice on my bitch (Bitch)
Got a muhfuckin’ house on my wrist (Splash)
I can’t walk out the house in a blick (No cap)

Double, Urus, 10, it’s all white
If niggas wanna beef, it’s on side
Pull up to your city, no fright
Niggas all barkin’, no bite
I’on’t know a bitch, that can’t pipe
I be out thuggin’ late night
Match it, decorated Off White
(Okay)
Richard Mille playin’, no bleedin’
Bad bitch leave him on scene
Money comin’ in, routine
Bottega Sweater, all green
Feelin’, like I’m really on top
Fifty K a feature, go cop
How you drivin’ Tate, with no flock?
Chargin’ for the feature, no swap (Fuck)