D Mack's Theme

Uh huh Yea All Hail Y.T. Goldie Mack Feel me This that shit right here Gotta get you some of that Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue Spray that on Before you leave the crib Ya feel me Look, uh Gettin chauffeured In Italian roadsters Hop out Balenciaga bottoms Stride cross a thousand roses Let explosives blow If those oppose us Seventeen landed in DE Stole the crown of Dover Then the reign fell To all my Kings Turn yo lady to a bopper Got her heart on a string She begging to choose Jewels glow Elegant hues Niggas irrelevant Yellin' they the best Where's the proof And I'm clearly the truth Rappers can't sit near me They boof Spin the coupe Misplace the roof Been in shoot outs Wit dangerous crews But I lived to survive And reprise Right here in booth Lost homies In our teenage years Poured beers For our fallen peers Tatted they name In ghetto tears Quench the thirst Of the beast For a moment a least Moved my first 5 p's Copped a chain And a piece, sheesh Who you loving Who you wanna be fucking Who you posing wit On Insta Taking pictures in public Who you kissing Who you wanna be missing Listen What, look Uh Padre island Had the cartel party Me and Big Skee Puffin big trees In the lobby Chicana mama Like a Spanish Madonna Scents of Dolce and Gabbana Mixed wit marijuana Pinned to my collar Huh Bitch it's the D Mack The sequel Goldie You couldn't hold me Entered the league Like Kobe Put these washed niggas on notice Striking with the laser focus Fore I score Another play is in motion Ice cold I just play wit emotions Baby bought me a brick Then I flipped Now she say that I'm ghosting It's been established That this dick ain't gratis Work my fingers to the callus Maximizing my talents In the morning Check my ledgers and balance I gotta git it Philly international Drop cash and cop a ticket I never got no time to kick it You gotta dig It Just cherish all the moments we share And take a picture Who you loving Who you wanna be fucking Who you posing wit On Insta Taking pictures in public Who you kissing Who you wanna be missing Listen I gotta go though I don't even know Why you trippin You know you always Gon be the homie Know what I'm sayin When I come back A nigga up wit Some of them crab legs Some shrimp and scallops We get some of that Grand Marnier We have ourselves A good time You know how we do I'll be back Next month though It's a package touching down too I'ma need you to go Grab that for me Just hold It down Till I get back