DDG - Rizz
(Damn Kai, you goin' crazy)Okay-okay-okay, huh-huh
Nigga say he want smoke but really I ain't worried bout nothin' (nothin')
We can make it back home safe, nigga just don't push my buttons (don't)
I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw
'Cause I don't wanna worry bout nuttin' (mhm)
She want a brand new birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (yeah)
I'ma bust down my hoe, I'ma bust down your bitch (yeah)
She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (lit)
I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (no cap)
She swallowin' kids, with her tongue out and she better not spit (let's go)
Bad bitches on my dick (huh)
When I walk up in the party, it's at least a couple hoes I done hit (huh)
I don't really want nothin' from her
I just wanna cross her off the list (huh)
I can shoot my shot at any woman, on my momma, I'll never miss
I'm that nigga, I admit
Huh, yeah, I just really wanna win
I don't really need friends
Locked in so much I say I'm fake, they don't understand
Jet wifi fucked, I'ma text you back when a nigga land
Niggas only hit my line when it's for the hoes or a helping hand
If she with me then she fine, only out in public when I'm with a ten
She a eight or a nine then I'm masked up baby, no offense
Paparazzi outside, I don't wanna be on Shaderoom again
Huh-huh-huh
Nigga say he want smoke but really I ain't worried bout nothin' (nothin')
We can make it back home safe, nigga just don't push my buttons (don't)
I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw
'Cause I don't wanna worry bout nuttin' (mhm)
She want a brand new birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (yeah)
I'ma bust down my hoe, I'ma bust down your bitch (yeah)
She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (lit)
I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (no cap)
She swallowin' kids, with her tongue out and she better not spit (let's go)
I been gettin' to the money
Overseas doing shows, they don't speak no english but these people love me
Feelin' like I'm on top, can't a NPC tell me nothin'
How the fuck you judgin' me? Nigga you ain't even got no fuckin' money
How the fuck I'm supposed to-
How the fuck I'm supposed to listen
I was broke and had to fix it (huh)
I ain't have a pot to piss in (huh)
Fake friends, needed dissin'
Told them niggas I was finna get rich as fuck, they ain't see the vision
Ddg do you remember me? I don't know, I think I got dementia
I got money, I got bitches (huh)
Every day it feel like Christmas (huh)
Stickin' two fingers in that bitch, when she turn around I'ma sniff it (huh)
Stop tottin' my weed is so strong, thought I hit a Whip-it (huh)
When it come to DDG, I know I'm always standin' on the business (huh)
Nigga say he want smoke but really I ain't worried bout nothin' (nothin')
We can make it back home safe, nigga just don't push my buttons (don't)
I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw
'Cause I don't wanna worry bout nuttin' (mhm)
She want a brand new birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (yeah)
I'ma bust down my hoe, I'ma bust down your bitch (yeah)
She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (lit)
I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (no cap)
She swallowin' kids, with her tongue out and she better not spit (let's go)
Written by:
Darryl Granberry
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