Lyrics Rag3 Kidd - DC The Don
Hey,
everybody
Screaming,
"Fuck
that,
I′ma
go
where
my
niggas
go"
Take
off,
tell
her,
"Bye
and
good
riddance,
ho"
(Yeah)
Inside,
trying
to
find
what
I'm
missing,
ho
Rage
kid,
we
gon′
pop
out,
let's
get
it,
ho
(Let's
go)
Red
flags,
got
a
whole
lot
to
lean
upon
Metal
god,
got
more
choppers
than
Vietnam
(Grrt,
grrt)
Free
the
guys,
fuck
the
law
that′s
just
keepin′
'em
We
gon′
fight
'til
they
home
and
they
freein′
em
(What?
What?)
March
of
freedom,
Are
We
There
Yet?
like
Nia
Long
Ray
Charles,
fuck
the
hate,
we
ain't
seein′
'em
Old
niggas,
swear
that
new
ones
mistreatin'
′em
Go
figure,
blamin′
them,
but
you
leadin'
′em
See,
I
told
y'all,
you
niggas
can′t
defeat
me
(Huh)
Ballin'
like
LaMelo
while
they
tryna
overseas
me
(Yeah)
Get
your
shit
together,
love,
this
shit
don′t
come
easy
Like
I
told
you
once
before,
the
world
is
yours,
you
don't
need
me
I
spy
the
red
dot
on
my
opps,
watch
'em
die,
ayy
(Boom)
We
bringing
big
smoke,
make
′em
artichoke
That′s
a
different
diet,
no
say
(Ha-ha)
We
had
to
beat
the
pot
to
have
a
popping
squad
And
make
a
profit,
bye
then
adios
(Jet)
'Cause
this
shit
karate
in
the
Bentley
body
We
be
kicking
knowledge
to
you
folks
(Skrrt)
I′m
finna
yippee-ki-yay-ayy
(What?)
We
tryna
hit
the
sky,
aye-ayy
(What?)
I
think
she
know
the
vibe,
aye-ayy
(What?)
We
never
trip
the
tie-aye-ayys
(Yeah)
This
shit
a
piece
of
pie,
I'm
a
different
guy
Watch
my
flow,
my
switch
ups
got
′em
mesmerized
Now
your
new
nigga
hurt
and
I
sympathize
And
lil'
bro
got
my
new
music
memorized,
yeah
(Huh?)
Sometimes
I
wanna
go
back
and
visit
the
city
lights,
yeah
This
LA
life
no
good,
I
haven′t
been
feeling
right,
yeah
But
I
had
to
take
off,
I
don't
wanna
be
victimized,
yeah
Just
tell
me,
would
I
really
be
wrong
If
I
came
back
to
stay
the
night?
yeah
Yeah
yeah,
ooh,
ooh
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Screaming,
"Fuck
that,
I'ma
go
where
my
niggas
go"
Take
off,
tell
her,
"Bye
and
good
riddance,
ho"
Inside,
trying
to
find
what
I′m
missing,
ho
(What?)
Rage
kid,
we
gon′
pop
out,
let's
get
it,
ho
(Let′s
go)
Red
flags,
got
a
whole
lot
to
lean
upon
Metal
god,
got
more
choppers
than
Vietnam
(Grrt,
grrt)
Free
the
guys,
fuck
the
law
that's
just
keepin′
'em
We
gon′
fight
'til
they
home
and
they
freein'
em
(What?)
March
of
freedom,
Are
We
There
Yet?
like
Nia
Long
Ray
Charles,
fuck
the
hate,
we
ain′t
seein′
'em
(What?)
Old
niggas,
swear
that
new
ones
mistreatin′
'em
Go
figure,
blamin′
them,
but
you
leadin'
′em
(Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
But
that's
whatever
(What?)
Tryna
get
my
bag
together
(Buh-buh)
Tryna
get
my
bag
together
That's
forever
Tryna
go
change
the
weather,
yeah,
yeah
(Ha)
Tryna
go
change
the
weather,
yeah
I
gotta
get
this
shit
together
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