Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
IAMDDB, 'cause I keep it G, yeah, yeah
Put that bitch in the soil, cocaina in the foil
Take your bitch, I'ma suck her in yayo
Another mill', another Quelo, ey
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 little nigga pushin' way up
I got mills to make you prices that you can pay up
Like ooo, collecting on my pay checks
Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray Bans
Like ooo, oh, you think, you think I'm thinking bout you
DDB could kill you once but I'ma kill you twice, yeah
Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan
If you gon' fuck with me you winnin', we finesse it like
Yeah yeah, cut a throat, maybe two, maybe more
I don't really know but I gotta go
Operation, operation
Take your bitch on vacation
Don't need a hoe, I can't save you
They don't like what they tasting
No samples, no fake shit
I can see you through the faces
Got that Hendrix in my car
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 get careless, cautious and crazy
Give a fuck, you can never replace me
Even god can't save me
Neither Robb can save me
Neither Jeffery or Richard or Nathan
'Cause I been movin' brazy, yeah
Smoking daisies in my doobies, yeah
Is it the money, or is it the bitches
Either way I get both
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 little nigga pushing way up
I got mils to make you price that you can pay up
Like ooo, collecting on my pay checks
Like ooo, I can see you through my Ray Bans
Like ooo, oh you think, you think I'm thinking 'bout you
DDB could kill you once but I'm gon kill you twice, yeah
Roll my weed, keep my bitch is a main plan
If you gon' fuck with me you winnin', we finesse it like
Yeah yeah, cut a throat, maybe two, maybe more
I don't really know but I gotta go
Operation, operation
Take your bitch on vacation
Don't need a hoe, I can't save you
They don't like what they tasting
No samples, no fake shit
No more fake shit
No more begging
Moving brazy
Yeah, yeah, I'm moving brazy
Yeah, yeah, fucking crazy
Yeah, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Don't you fuckin' snitch