Featuring: Sad Frosty
Producer: ASTRO (아스트로)
[Intro]
Astro on the beat!
[Verse: DC The Don]
Nigga just woke up with it
Fresh out the bed watch me turn my swag on
Like I'm SouljaBoy tell em' who did it
Brodie bought a brand new drop who in it?
Somebody gon' die today yes you you?
Bro just pulled up with a brand new semi
He talk out his neck we gon' send him to Whitney
I was pissed off yesterday bitch kept calling my phone tryna make me mad
Shit, imma do what I do I'm a rockstar 2020 gem with a whole lotta' cash
Make no mistake if we racing lil bro said 200 miles on his dash
Bro I was up all night in the stu' made 22 songs and this shits all gas
And he know I'm his dad, dad
Ha, and I know that you mad, mad
We gon' run through your house if the front door is locked it's okay we gon' go through the back
Wild boys still smoking on thrax
Got on beam in the back, get back
You lil' niggas all duck duck, quack
I'm on it I'm on it that's my name its Dad, hold up relax
[Verse: Sad Frosty]
Big kicks on so they know that I'm lit
If he want the smoke, Teezo empty the clip
Internet talking can't believe they think he phase me
Extended clips on rifles we got big guns like the navy
Shorty pulled up and she served me some crank
Ion mean the drug she let me hit from the back
Your squad full of pussies like you chilling with cats
Fuck her on the viral so she'll kill all the bats
Drop top, Lincoln, like I'm John F. Kennedy
Baby let me cuff you pick you up in my Infiniti
Take you to the movies [?] human centipede
Bring her home by 9 don't want her parents to be enemies
Astro on the beat!
[Verse: DC The Don]
Nigga just woke up with it
Fresh out the bed watch me turn my swag on
Like I'm SouljaBoy tell em' who did it
Brodie bought a brand new drop who in it?
Somebody gon' die today yes you you?
Bro just pulled up with a brand new semi
He talk out his neck we gon' send him to Whitney
I was pissed off yesterday bitch kept calling my phone tryna make me mad
Shit, imma do what I do I'm a rockstar 2020 gem with a whole lotta' cash
Make no mistake if we racing lil bro said 200 miles on his dash
Bro I was up all night in the stu' made 22 songs and this shits all gas
And he know I'm his dad, dad
Ha, and I know that you mad, mad
We gon' run through your house if the front door is locked it's okay we gon' go through the back
Wild boys still smoking on thrax
Got on beam in the back, get back
You lil' niggas all duck duck, quack
I'm on it I'm on it that's my name its Dad, hold up relax
[Verse: Sad Frosty]
Big kicks on so they know that I'm lit
If he want the smoke, Teezo empty the clip
Internet talking can't believe they think he phase me
Extended clips on rifles we got big guns like the navy
Shorty pulled up and she served me some crank
Ion mean the drug she let me hit from the back
Your squad full of pussies like you chilling with cats
Fuck her on the viral so she'll kill all the bats
Drop top, Lincoln, like I'm John F. Kennedy
Baby let me cuff you pick you up in my Infiniti
Take you to the movies [?] human centipede
Bring her home by 9 don't want her parents to be enemies