ECLIPSE - DC The Don

Woah

Yeah, ooh, woah, woah, woah

Damn, Trademark

Let’s go

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic

I’m dropping another one this year (What?)

Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure

I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (What?)

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Yeah)

Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random

And nigga, we know that you big weird

Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo

Navy Seal boys all camo

Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo'

Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo (Yeah)

You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas

They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando

Living rent-free in your head while I’m eating my snacks

And I’m fucking your bitch in my sandals

These niggas, they weird as a bitch

I just told lil' bro we don’t fuck with they kind, I ain’t answering

These rapping-ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features

But brodie, this shit is unflattering

Got a big-headed, bitch she imagining (What?)

Stats too high, this shit is staggering (Yeah)

Walk through, mute the fucking chattering

Tool go «gratata,» end his fucking gathering

I took a chill pill, I’m feeling amazing

Smoking some loud, I’m a regular patient

Moving around with a Glock like The Matrix

Please watch what you say 'cause this shit can get dangerous

Okay, this chopper don’t miss, it ain’t aimless

Ayy, lil' brodie, chill out, boy, it’s hella surveillance

Smoking on gas, big pack in a spaceship

I’m that nigga this year, I’m just making a statement, woah

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic

I’m dropping another one this year (Yeah)

Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure

I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go)

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Bye)

Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random

And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m too rich

Clearly, girl, I’m too sick (Woah)

Woke up mad, tryna get him hit

Fuck that talking, nigga, what’s his zip?

Like, damn, he pissed (What?)

Tryna shoot the boy, damn, he missed

Bought her OnlyFans, damn, he simped

Finna fuck around and bust my wrist

Chopper for lunch, bitch, we serving up dish

Light skin lil' bitch tried to suck on my dick

I’m exhausted, I’m holding a ton my wrist

Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hundred and shit

In the party with Poudii, we huntin' and shit

Bought my mama a house, having fun with this shit (Bye)

With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit (Yeah)

Moving in tune when the money make sense

Need the front and the back or I ain’t coming, lil' bitch

I’m taking off, shit, you knew I wouldn’t stay

I’m still a rockstar, I feel it in my veins

I asked you voluntary, did you forget that day?

Oh yes of course you did, that’s why I’m MIA

Rocketship in a whole 'nother space

Basically everyone asking do I got a classic

I’m dropping another one this year (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure

I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go)

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random

And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo

Navy Seal boys all camo

Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo'

Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo

You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas

They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando

Living rent-free in your head while I’m eating my snacks

And I’m fucking your bitch in my sandals

Living rent-free (Yeah), in a grown nigga head (Trapstar)