Don Dada Lyrics by Key Glock
Yeah they call me Mr. Glock the Don Dada (Glizock)
I be gettin’ money, spendin’ *** like no tomorrow (Yeah)
Came up out my mama, doctor said I’ll be a problem (Yeah, yeah)
My lil’ niggas slidin’ like the St. Louis Cardinals (Yeah)
Balenciaga tracksuit like I’m goin’ joggin’ (Yeah)
Chillin’ with this IG ***, she tryna give me noggin’ (Top, top)
They say money talk, I’m the motherfuckin’ topic (Yeah)
Money tall as Wembanyama, *** I’m the top pick
Yeah, I’m the motherfuckin’ one (One), and not the two (Two)
I be ballin’ on these little-ass niggas like Uncle Drew (Yeah)
Ayy, I was born to get this money, ***, what about you? (Yeah)
Every time I turn around niggas copy my moves (Yeah)
And every time I look up it’s niggas tryin’ to be me (Yeah)
Ayy, I just passed lil’ bro a ho like I’m CP3 (Phew)
You know they call me Glock, but I keep the NLE (Choppa)
If yean talkin’ ’bout no guap, I’ll B-R-B (The ***? Let’s go)
Yeah they call me Mr. Glock the Don Dada (Yeah)
I be gettin’ money, spendin’ *** like no tomorrow (Yeah)
Came up out my mama, doctor said I’ll be a problem (Yeah)
My lil’ niggas slidin’ (Slide, fah, fah, fah), like the St. Louis Cardinals (Yeah)
Got your *** in the back seat head bobbin’ (Yeah)
Long as my money neat, these *** gon’ suck it sloppy (Uh)
My auntie pray for me, she know that I be with goblins (Yeah)
Shout out to my ***, Glizock, we Batman and Robin (Glizock)
Just pulled up in a spaceship (Skrrt), hopped out with a rocket (Fah)
It ain’t even breakfast time, she tryin’ to eat my sausage (Eugh)
Niggas love to talk ***, I got big *** poppin’ (Pop)
Before I trick up on a ***, I’ll walk to Boston (***)
From South Memphis, with no problem (Yeah)
I love gettin’ money, my *** love Chanel and Prada (Ayy)
Hustlin’ ***, I’ve been like this, yeah, since a toddler (Yeah)
And if it ain’t about no money then don’t even bother (The ***?)
Yeah they call me Mr. Glock the Don Dada (Yeah, Glizock)
I be gettin’ money, spendin’ *** like no tomorrow (Yeah)
Came up out my mama, doctor said I’d be a problem (Yeah, yeah)
My lil’ niggas slidin’ (Fah, fah, fah), like the St. Louis Gunners (Fah)
Yeah they call me Mr. Glock (Yeah), the Don Dada (Glizock)
I be gettin’ money (Phew, phew), spendin’ *** like no tomorrow (Yeah)
Came up out my mama, doctor said I’d be a problem (Yeah, yeah)
My lil’ niggas slidin’ (Fah, fah, fah), like the St. Louis Cardinals (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Wonka secured the bag)