DC The Don – Telfar… (Instrumental) (Prod. By DJ Kidd)

[Intro]
DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure

[Chorus]
Like, bitch, it ain’t never that serious
I got these bitches go crazy, they curious
She tryna run game, is this lil’ bitch delirious?
I do smoke exotic, got dope from experience, yeah
I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah)
Look at my motherfuckin’ face, I am serious
Prada shades dark, they make feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)
She say, “You dress so mysterious”
I don’t got no tags on ’cause these niggas be jackin’ my swag
I don’t like like that shit, period
Like shе want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it
AMG lеather squeakin’ when I sit on it
Double rows too, it’s room for y’all to sit in it
Interior yellow, nigga had to piss on it
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse]
Young nigga, pistol totin’
Glocky and extended coated
Flames flamin’, them blickys blowin’
Pop out, do your city bogus
Hold on, man
If you ain’t wan’ park, go get yo’ niggas floatin’
Hold on, gang
Used to sleepin’ with them rats, we stompin’ all the rodents
Donny got him, he the hottest shit, uh
Smokin’ Backwoods like I got me a sponsorship
I don’t got time for the politics, uh (Donny)
I’ma take off like a motherfuckin’ rocketship
She said she want her a scholarship, uh
“I heard you rock,” but I thought that was obvious
Hittin’ that bitch, now she sayin’ all kind of shit
I made it first boy, you motherfuckin’ counterfeit
Watch how I flex when that fuckin’ deposit hit
I want a lot, but I still got a lot of shit
Choppa gon’ sing on some fuckin’ melodic shit
Yeah, and I talk a lot, I can’t be modest, bitch
Said it’s all cool, but it still be the oddest shit
You not a gangster boy, you just the opposite
Niggas, they stay on my dick, it’s astonishin’
I’m a man of my word, I ain’t doing no promisin’, gang (Gang)
[Chorus]
Like, bitch, it ain’t never that serious
I got these bitches go crazy, they curious
She tryna run game, is this lil’ bitch delirious?
I do smoke exotic, got dope from experience, yeah
I can not fuck with you, period (Yeah)
Look at my motherfuckin’ face, I am serious
Prada shades dark, they make feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)
She say, “You dress so mysterious”
I don’t got no tags on ’cause these niggas be jackin’ my swag
I don’t like like that shit, period
Like she want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it
AMG leather squeakin’ when I sit on it
Double rows too, it’s room for y’all to sit in it
Interior yellow, nigga had to piss on it
Gang, gang, gang