That Aint it Chief (feat. DC The Don)

Young **** got the bands, 'bout to flex

Fuckin' with the gang, we leave you wet

Put the VV links around my neck

Look at my time, only got Patek

And we blowin' up like a rocket

All I keep is hunnids in my pocket

Price on your head like a bonnet

The way it's rainin' hundreds, it ain't stoppin'

A new Patek on my wrist

Iced out lavish on my wrist

'88 Magic on my wrist

Got go-go-gadget on my wrist

People don't want none of these problems

I go savage in this bitch

I cause havoc in this bitch

I'ma let a **** have it in this bitch

Go four-four ratchet in this bitch

Oh, no-no cappin' in this bitch

Go fifty rabid in this bitch

My gun go rapid in this bitch

I've been up six weeks, shootin' like Nowitzki

Felt like a Maverick in this bitch

Twenty, don't tip me, show me that you kinky

Far from average in this bitch

I know you see me, I'm poppin'

Glowin up, and can't nobody stop it

Who is DC? Why they flockin'?

Why the fuck is he number one topic?

How that boy eatin' the nana?

We was starvin', we came from the same block

We was hustlin' and servin' the same rocks

I was with him, we bustin' the same opps

****, that's cap

That ain't it, chief

They won't get me

You better not miss me

'Fore this shit get risky

Shut up, ****, close

Bitch, go out the door

The feds out on the low

Shorty smokin' hella dope

Ice, 'dros

This bitch hella cold

Choke that ****

Choke that ****

Let these **** know

B. Lou and Don 'bout to pop it

Double shot, hoe, we Batman and Robin

Shootin' all these bitches, solvin' the problem

Fuck a squad, I told 'em, "Fuck it, we ballin'"

Saw you on site, and you weren't really 'bout it

Look how we flex, turnt up in the party

Yeah, I'm B. Lou, they know all about me

Baby gon' choose, she know I'm a baller

I need a friend, and his name is Benjamin

Up in this bitch, and I feel like a milli

Raise up the check, 'cause a young **** trending

All of my young **** out to go get it

Yeah, we got that dough

We 'bout to roll up

I just need that backing for the show, yeah

All my slimes on green like they on Goyard

I get that bad, and I 'scape

Look at my fashion

Hermes, H

****, that's cap

That ain't it, chief

Uh, they won't get me

Uh, you better not miss me

'Fore this shit get risky

Shut up, ****, close

Bitch, go out the door

The feds out on the low

Shorty smokin' hella dope

Ice, 'dros

This bitch hella cold

Choke that ****

Choke that ****

Let these **** know

B. Lou and Don 'bout to pop it

Double shot, hoe, we Batman and Robin

Shootin' all these bitches, solvin' the problem

Fuck a squad, I told 'em, "Fuck it, we ballin'"