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 ratings 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]