DC The Don - Thanos lyrics

[Intro] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (What?) Stop that sh*t (Trademark!) What? Pipe the fu*k up Piped (Punch me in) Ayy, bow, b*tch [Chorus] Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?) I ain't started yet, ni**a relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry) Perk this b*tch to the motherfu*kin' max (b*tch) Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow) How you gangster, but you ni**as cracked? (What?) Talkin' all of that sh*t on the mac (Stupid as sh*t) Stupid lil' ni**a, we don't boss on twitter we come to your pad, and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow) I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherfu*kin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack) How the fu*k y'all ni**as think that y'all fu*king with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (b*tch) Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep) I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (fu*k) Got the world watching like, "How he do that?" (fu*k, b*tch) [Verse] Excuse me, you got me mistaken (Huh?) I'm not like all these ni**as they fakin' (Excuse me) fu*k a piggie, we turn him to bacon (b*tch) Pull up on him, he was nervous and shaking (fu*k) Fully automatic, we finna spray him Foenem dodging bullets, he in The Matrix (Grrr) Trademark alley-ooped it off and then made it (Grrr) This play-off sh*t a breeze, just sweeping the pavement (Bow, bow, bow, pussy) You ni**as is soft, Charmin (b*tch) Lil' ni**a ain't tough, Harmless (Lil' ass ni**a) b*tch I'm a dog, Harness (Woof) I got Raf Simons all over my garments (Skrrt) Yeah, giggity, giggity, we finna take this b*tch off to infinity (Yeah) Gnar got a rocket, he aim at the enemy (Yeah) Take out his oxygen, clear the facility Ayy, take out his oxygen, clear the vicinity Came with that flame, you could feel the humidity Ayy, we serving packs, we got good productivity Blow out his brains like he John F. Kennedy He play pretending, we do that sh*t literally (Yeah) I up the score, is you motherfu*kin' kidding me? Ayy, shut the fu*k up ho, you fu*king offending me fu*k her so low 'til she talk to my enemies I hate when b*tches got bad hospitality Walk in your spot like it's mine, do you feel it, G? (Yeah) Rondo, I stay with the nine, I be chillin', B (Yeah) I don't think that you got the capabilities Ayy, bust out your coup, I don't need me a ceiling, B No availability, can't see you visibly (Yeah) She said she miss the kid, that sh*t be killing me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All I know that I met this b*tch in Italy Ayy, walk with some Hi-Tech Feel like Tony Stark, hit that boy in his sh*t and I did that sh*t willingly (Brrr-ah) If we pull up on y'all, we can make a delivery Big body b*tch got me feeling like Hillary Hickery, dickery, pull out the semi, B Point this b*tch right at my motherfu*kin' mini-me (What? What? What?) That ain't my baby draco, that's my mini-me Give him the beats like my name Artillery Float like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee (Huh?) I'm the Don of all dons, say that sh*t so deliberately (Yeah) He do a stain, but ain't got no consistency (Donny) He talking his sh*t, but don't do it convincingly Oh, and additionally, I'm in the major league What the fu*k left can you lil' ni**as say to me? Ninety in here, only letting off eighty-three I'm in Orlando like Tracy McGrady, G Well, yo b*tch a fiend, my ni**a Keep a .30 with the beam, lil' ni**a (What?) I've been on the winning team, lil' ni**a Guatemalan with the cream, lil' ni**a (Yeah) This a nightmare, not a dream, my ni**a Jason Voorhees, on the scene, lil' ni**a (What?) Oxycontin, we got steam, lil' ni**a Cut his body, we extreme, lil' ni**a (Yeah, yeah) The fu*k is we doing? OTL in this b*tch, ho, move it (Yeah) Stay the fu*k off my dick, get booted Yeah, in Detroit, ho, tell 'em get loaded Rag3 Kidd, you know that ni**a the goat And these big racks count get motherfu*kin' folded And who else on that savage sh*t? I'm the closest Gang, gang, gang, gang [Bridge] Lean (Lean), fold (Go), make his body roll (Let's go) I just spent your mama mortgage on designer clothes (Skrrt) You can pull up, but can't stay, so b*tch you got to go (Go) Will I call you in the morning? I don't fu*king know (Yes, sir) [Chorus] Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?) I ain't started yet, ni**a relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry) Perk this b*tch to the motherfu*kin' max (b*tch) Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow) How you gangster, but you ni**as cracked? (What?) Talkin' all of that sh*t on the mac (Stupid as sh*t) Stupid lil' ni**a, we don't boss on twitter we come to your pad, and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow) I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherfu*kin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack) How the fu*k y'all ni**as think that y'all fu*king with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (b*tch) Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep) I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (fu*k) Got the world watching like, "How he do tha