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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC The Don
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DC The Don
Songwriter
Brandon Ewer
Songwriter
Daijon Davis
Songwriter
Tyler Maline
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Astroboy
Producer
Trademark
Producer
Lyrics
That's where I wanna be (ayy)
Damn nigga, what the fuck?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Ayy
Boom-boom-pow when this shit get loud
Niggas love to pop out when it's hot out (what?)
Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out
'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
I been on the east with some knucklehead
Niggas and some motherfuckin' white boy dropouts
I don't fuck with no 9s
My brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a Choppa
Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep (put his ass to sleep)
Shorty shakin' ass, clap it to the beat (ayy, clap)
They say, "Daij, why you ain't never on the east?" Ayy
Well, you a bird, bitch
All the fuck you do is tweet (get the fuck off my dick)
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (yeah, yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where's it at?)
Solid than a bitch, never took a loss
Ayy
Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace (Teezo rest in peace)
All up on my dick, I swear you niggas sweet (yeah)
Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out
Said you got the good D, in it's head we can slide out
Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out
Doin' all that shit for a motherfuckin' shoutout
Gettin' on my motherfucking nerves (ayy)
Point his ass out, it's a broke nigga alert (point him out)
Make a fuck nigga bite down on the curb
I'ma kill that nigga's kid, you know that nigga, Daij disturbed
I'm in the club and I'm off it
I'm in your dentist, I'm flossin'
Toss up your set, bitch, we moshin'
Big chop on the bottom of that bitch
Ayy
My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed (ayy)
Big bro-bro called me on the phone, lil' bruh pissed
These niggas in the east tryna break back in my shit, ayy
Lil' bruh, I hit you, fuck you doin'? Bruh, I'm sick
I got a pack that need to be shipped
We got them racks, we banging the six
Niggas at the mill just tryna get rich
Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist
I don't gotta talk 'cause the bitch gon' glist
Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch
Hit a nigga, hit a nigga, one time diss
Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch
Uh, pussy nigga, I'm hit your ass with a combo
Ballin' on these niggas, pass your bitch like I'm Rondo
I got thirty-thousand fuckin' racks in my condo
Eatin' eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro?
It's gon' fuckin' rain all season, where your poncho?
Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it's not yours
East side 11, bitch, ayy
Big talk steppin', bitch
Make this chopper sing, John Legend, bitch
East side niggas know what I'm reppin'
Bitch, don't walk up to my section (East side)
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (yeah, yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the fuck?)
Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (facts)
Writer(s): Brandon Ewer, Daijon Cotty Davis, Tyler Maline
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