DC The Don - What Now? lyrics

[Intro] (Let's go, Mario) Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Yeah [Chorus] Like what now? I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Yeah) I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now See, I told them b*tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah) [Post-Chorus] Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah) And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fu*k (Yeah, yeah), I don't think that I need it right now (Okay) There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down (Yeah) But I still go OD for my motherfu*kin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down (Yeah) [Verse 1] Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a motherfu*kin' hoe (Yeah) I just Chris Pauled on my motherfu*kin' ball (Yeah, yeah) She a redbone, I'm a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr) Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young ni**as with me, they saying it's goals I done bossed all of them up (Skrrt), they ain't ask me for sh*t (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt), that's just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah) And I'm up in this b*tch, I been counting my paper (Yeah) That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah) I'm not a home wrecker, I'm fu*ked, see you later My b*tch pussy wetter, please get it together (Yeah) That GG all over my motherfu*king sweater (Okay) I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay) That GG Allin rock the stage ,I would never In California in a brand new endeavor Your b*tch love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt-skrrt) She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah) This sh*t not Vlone, it's a cross on my sweater That's ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together (Yeah) Check my sound, this sh*t a number one seller (Yeah) b*tch, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah) That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah) That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr) Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah) I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo) Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters (Yeah) Stack up my loot, b*tch, I love all my treasure (Yeah) She a fan of my sh*t, we gon' fu*k if I let her (Yes sir) Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level (Yes sir) Free my dawgs out the motherfu*king box, I ain't letting up (Yes sir) [Chorus] Like what now? I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I've seen enough now (Bop, bow) They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Let's go) I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah) See, I told them b*tches, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now [Verse 2] Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah) I'ma spend my last before the world get over me (go) I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe (Let's go) Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me (Go) I been traveling three months and keep falling on me (Go, go) See I been tryna stack with my ni**as Roll up and get high and back back with my ni**as Pull off in a new Cadillac on these ni**as See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these ni**as Drunk out, I can't even go down with these ni**as [?] there's no cap on a ni**a Strapped up in this b*tch, Mad Max on these ni**as You can't fu*k with my b*tch, so relax on my ni**a Hop out a Jag, who is that little ni**a? b*tch, it's me little Daij with them racks on me ni**a (Lets go) b*tch, we up two hella casualties, ni**a In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later He just running his mouth he's a real good debater We still good on this side, we ain't fu*king with traitors Gang, gang, gang [Chorus] Like what now? I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now (Yeah) They say they need me to fu*k up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now See, I told them b*tches that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now [Post-Chorus] Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down And I know she want love, but I'm anti as fu*k, I don't think that I need it right now There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down But I still go OD for my motherfu*kin' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down [Outro] Rock star Rock star Go, go, go