Don 3.0

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Look

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We don't associate with flops, your bitch knows I'm a boss

Really come up out these streets, that's why they call me a don

Livin' life, we gettin' figures and I put that on my tape

I'm still rowdy on the block, my name's embedded in these streets

I'm that Don from the Mack, she tryna say I whip it different

I ain't interested in women, Young Thug, I'm 'bout my digits

We been pushin' P like Gunna, in these streets, we don't mess with rats

Rappers turnin' 6ix9ine, they snitchin', like fuck all that

Runnin' up this money with my brothers 'cause we come from jack

Tell 'em how it is, we keep it real, nah, we don't ever cap

Hit her from the back, fuck it off 'cause I ain't got the time

Bitches think I'm dumb, they're tryna line me for the other side

I'm still smart, I stay perro, I would never change

Throwin' up a six with a four 'cause I'm forever gang

MOB, we 'bout them figures, get them racks out

Whole team eatin', came a long way from that traphouse (Ayy, look)

Ayy, steppin' and we gettin' paid, we 'bout that money, take a look

Industry don't like me, that's the reason I ain't gettin' booked

Street kid gettin' famous, I ain't changin', nah, I'm still a crook

Tryna line these rappers up to rob 'em, but they still on tour

Steppin' and we gettin' paid, we 'bout that money, take a look

Industry don't like me, that's the reason I ain't gettin' booked

Street kid gettin' famous, I ain't changin', nah, I'm still a crook

Tryna line these rappers up to rob 'em, but they still on tour (Ayy, look, ayy)

Sussin' all these rappers, like a label, we be watchin' 'em

Tryna get the drop, I need that Rollie with the rocks in it

Talkin' 'bout some paper, they ain't even got a rack

And I ain't stressin' 'bout these bitches, I share grippies with the lads

We be steppin' out, we lookin' fresh, we paid and that's a fact

Half these bitches didn't wanna fuck when I was broke with jack

On some new shit, they rappin' 'bout some guns, but they don't shoot shit

We don't do designer, you'll get shot up out that new drip

Rappers givin' verbal 'til they end up on the news clip

And I ain't talkin' back because I know that they won't do shit

And I'm still street smart, I ain't trustin' no fop

But let me put a ten up in that room just for one crop

She like the way I rap and she like the way I dress

And her man's a bum, she signin' NDAs to fuck her friend

She like the way I rap and she like the way I dress

And her man's a bum, she signin' NDAs to fuck her friend (Ayy, look)

Ayy, steppin' and we gettin' paid, we 'bout that money, take a look

Industry don't like me, that's the reason I ain't gettin' booked

Street kid gettin' famous, I ain't changin', nah, I'm still a crook

Tryna line these rappers up to rob 'em, but they still on tour

Steppin' and we gettin' paid, we 'bout that money, take a look

Industry don't like me, that's the reason I ain't gettin' booked

Street kid gettin' famous, I ain't changin', nah, I'm still a crook

Tryna line these rappers up to rob 'em, but they still on tour