Lyrics
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am DDB (ooh)
'Cause I keep it G (Lil B)
Yeah yeah
B, ooh, ooh
Put that bitch in the soil
Cocaina in the foil
Take your bitch, I'ma shake her in yeyo
Another mil, another quelo
Ayy, I'ma take you, I'ma take you
Don't mess around, I'ma replace you
With money and power and bitches
I don't give a fuck, you on my hit list
Take your bitch, take your wife, take your business
Yeah, yeah
Like who this lil nigga pushin' way up?
I got mils to make you priceless, you can't pay up
Like ooh, collectin' all my paychecks
Like ooh, I can see you through my Ray Bans
Like ooh, oh, you think, you think I'm thinkin' 'bout you
DDB could kill you once but I'ma kill you twice, yeah
Roll my weed, keep my bitch is the main plan
If you gon' fuck with me, you winnin', we finessin' the lane
Yeah, yeah, 'bout to grow, maybe two, maybe more
I don't really know but I gotta go
Operation, operation, take your bitch on vacation
Don't need a ho, I can't save you
They don't like what they tastin'
No samples, no fake shit
I can see through the faces
Got the Hendrix in my gut
Purple rain in my blood
Got the feature more like I'm the plug
You won't see me in the clubs
Wavy, wavy, wavy, baby
I be callous, cautious, and crazy
Give a fuck, you can never replace me
Even God can't save me
Neither Rob can save me
Neither Jeffrey or Richard or Nathan
'Cause I be movin' brazy, yeah
Smokin' daisies in my doobies, yeah
Is it the money or is it the bitches?
Either way, I get both
You can't hit me up, you fuck with the snitches
Can you take it, take it, take it?
You finna fake it 'til you make it
'Cause I be on so much crud, finna make it
Like who this lil nigga pushin' way up?
I got mils to make you priceless, you can't pay up
Like ooh, collectin' all my paychecks
Like ooh, I can see you through my Ray Bans
Like ooh, oh, you think, you think I'm thinkin' 'bout you
DDB could kill you once but I'm gon' kill you twice, yeah
Roll my weed, keep my bitch is the main plan
If you gon' fuck with me, you winnin', we finessin' the lane
Yeah, yeah, 'bout to grow, maybe two, maybe more
I don't really know but I gotta go
Operation, operation, take your bitch on vacation
Don't need a ho, I can't save you
They don't like what they tastin'
No samples, no fake shit
No more fake shit
No more fakin'
Movin' brazy, yeah yeah, movin' brazy
Yeah yeah, fuckin' crazy
Yeah, lil bitch, lil bitch
Don't you fucking snitch