Don Ditto - Y.D.K

You don't, you don't, you don't
You don't know what's going on, naw'
You don't, You don't, You don't know none
Only God
I done came out from the dirt, for the real ones, I'm keeping my horse on the go with a play up
Save up my money and spend it all now like I'm gon' disappear from the world getting slayed up
I was on every direction, a lookout for all of my brothers, I told them to stay low
All of my dawgs don't got triggers to switch up
But hit on them triggers that could really pull back
I'm keeping my shit on precaution
Hot head, got head
Bad bitch on 10
Trynna show me love
Wanna fuck & fuck
I cannot play
We not kids
I'm OG, riding in the top shelf
We ridin' ridin' outta' here
Yeah
I'm gone gone
I'm slowed up
I done stepped off my zone
One phone all, it's all done
We don't hear from you no more
No mask on, Armando
Get in touch with my soul
One plan up, one man down
Some stand up, and the rest fold
I was a demon before I even knew it, till that nigga ran up on me
I just clapped em'
Used to be shorties when niggas tried fucking with us
Now they see what we on with the Atlas
Check in your status, we live, on the gang we don't cap
We just trynna' get rich to the max
I got some homies that wanna go back to the trap
But I told them go straight into rap
Fuck up a stack in the blink of a beat
Give you no reasons to play with the heat
This shit gettin' hotter the more that you reach
I'm on another level like I'm Meech
Drip get wetter wetter, water leakin'
Madden, I'm QB, no Steven
Okay, I one-handed my wrist
Haters gon' hate all damn season
Ima go fuck your bitch in my crib
Exotic on deck and she foreign
Round the world, I'll tour it
Thuggin' on sex, I'm wildin'
I don't really need no stylist
I just need another blunt
Go and bring another Dutch
Yeah
Smoking so loud, we cannot lie
Best believe dawg, I'm a top five
Tip Toeing y'all
Straight skurting off
Two for turning up
I done had enough

Written by:
Hector Melendez

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