It's ya boy DJ E-Trayn checking in I'm with my man D-WHY, we got some new fire for ya Let's go, D, take it b**h I think I'm (yeah) (x3) [Hook/Intro: D-WHY] b**h I think I'm james Bond, coming through with a full clip So hot I set off a fire alarm, while y'all motherf**ers just pull it They're writing my name on the bullet I'm so fresh I could pull of a mullet He's preaching put him on a pulpit Wide awake but I'm tired of bullsh** (x5) [Verse 1: D-WHY] Young broke hated and lonely I'm the rock and y'all are jabroni's One day when I have the money in soho spending racks with the homies They're gonna say this performance on Broadway, he deserves a f**ing Tony In the flattery vid he literally k**ed em' in that brioni Y'all ain't capable, ain't able, in Canada sipping that maple Tall like fable, fall like babel, spin like dreidel, need that Jewish money Bar spitter, call this a bar mitzvah, bout to go on torah, like I'm reading scriptures Man I'm so so vicious, leave you all in stitches Plate full of fixin's, leave her doin' dishes Man its simple addition, me plus you, equals the bedroom Or the mile high club, but there ain't no head room I don't like them and no I don't pretend to They're praying and praying my preying gon' end soon But I ain't gon' stop, I'm gonna go mental Like I was meant to, I do this sh** permanent marker Y'all f**ing with pencils [Hook: D-WHY] [Verse 2: D-WHY] Feeling myself cause' I'm back in this b**h You're only alive cause I let you exist They ain't walking dogs but they're digging this sh** Telling y'all f**ers to listen to this k**ing these beats like ' it's nothing to me Please look away cause' its nothing to see Except me f**ing the whole game raw Plan A is plan B b**h Okay let me go in, rolling and flowing Make no exception for no one All my fans voted, y'all wanted this so I'm going in We're making them sick Guap up, I might pop up, in a hot tub Simba, mufasa, who shot ya? Who casa? Mi casa New casa, new hot tub I'm hanging with homies and smoking like rastas I'm making these hits like I'm boxers And shawty [??] you just an imposter We trying to prosper I kick it like Drogba And put that on me' f**in' llamo' So que' f**in' pasa [Beat Swap] [Hook#2: D-WHY] (x2) I love my fans, what's your f**in' problem? k** the whole game, take it to the top and I'm bout' to go in I ain't ever stoppin'
Catch me out on tour, best believe we bout to get it poppin [Verse 3: D-WHY] I ain't even trying no more I'm just chilling Flow's on autopilot maybe I'm gon' switch it Never say I'm sorry but I'm asking for forgiveness Never kiss an a** but girl your a** deserve kisses Okay, I'm broke' ain't making no money And money can't buy happiness but it can buy coffee Only drink a cup or two don't even need a latte' Only need a little caffeine up in my body Girl you look good, whats up with you for the night? Why don't you come kick it with me? If you trying to get right Got that tall frame, don't even need to wear no heels And you always play it loud so you can see how it feels With that ba** thumpin, ba** bumpin' let me see you get it Let me see you working girl I wanna see you sweat it Cause' the harder that you go is the harder that I get And the easier it is to get you up out the dress Don't test me, no testes, my girl be spoiled rotten But she is the freshest No guest list, but we all up in this b**h My fans is my soldiers and they feeling real militant It's like I got telepathy, she thinking about' s**ing me Tell the haters rest in peace I'm living out my destiny Always k**ing man, best believe the outlaw and the deputy You'd think my names molly always got these girls sweatin' me Young santo, y young diablo, young god flow Make it rain you need a poncho pronto She the head honcho, dog your branding's kinda weak You need to step up your font though Me' llamo the one who be k**ing them all You guys don't even k** the f**ing mall I'm so tired of this wack sh** they all putting out She got some sh** she put on before she put out This is where I lay my foot down, f** a put down Y'all should pay me I could help you come up with a new style They busy comparing me, but they should be scared of me f** her til' she cum, rap game Ron Jeremy 99% of these new guys ain't on my level 99% of these old guys ain't on my level 13th floor, you ain't getting on my level El diablo guapo, translation handsome devil I did 2000 miles on no budget I did New York Times on no budget I did Flattery on no budget Guess what? All these motherf**ers can't touch it I never let anything hold back my creativity Keep that drama up out of my vicinity Young loved hated broke coming real soon D to the why in this b**h, clear the room GOTDAMN! [Outro: D-WHY]