Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song REST IN PEACE , by - DC The Don. Release date: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
REST IN PEACE |
| Damn nigga, what the fuck? |
| (Ayy, this is a Trademark production) |
| Ayy |
| Boom-boom-pow when this shit get loud |
| Niggas love to pop out when it’s hot out (What?) |
| Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out |
| 'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out |
| I been on the east with some knucklehead niggas and some motherfucking white |
| boy dropouts |
| I don’t fuck with no 9s, my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass bitch with a choppa |
| Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep |
| Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat |
| They say, «Daij, why you ain’t never on the east?» |
| Ayy |
| Well, you a bird, bitch, all the fuck you do is tweet (Get the fuck off my dick) |
| Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?) |
| Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah) |
| Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? |
| (Where the fuck?) |
| Solid than a bitch, never took a loss, ayy |
| Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace |
| All up on my dick, I swear you niggas sweet |
| Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I’m finna ride out |
| Said you got the good D, in it’s head we can slide out |
| Don got a tank, hell yeah, I’ma fell out |
| Doing all that shit for a motherfucking shoutout |
| Gettin' on my motherfucking nerves |
| Point his ass out, it’s a broke nigga alert (Point him out) |
| Make a fuck nigga bite down on the curb |
| I’ma kill that nigga’s kid, you know that nigga Daij disturbed |
| I’m in the club and I’m off it |
| I’m in your dentist, I’m flossing |
| Toss up your set, bitch, we moshing |
| Big chop on the bottom of that bitch |
| My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed |
| Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh pissed |
| These niggas in the east tryna break back in my shit |
| Lil' bruh, I hit you, fuck you doin'? |
| Bruh, I’m sick |
| I got a pack that need to be shipped |
| We got them racks, we banging the six |
| Niggas at the mill just tryna get rich |
| Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist |
| I don’t gotta talk 'cause the bitch gon' glist |
| Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch |
| Hit a nigga, hit a nigga, one time diss |
| Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch |
| Uh, pussy nigga, I’m hit your ass with a combo |
| Ballin' on these niggas, pass your bitch like I’m Rondo |
| I got thirty-thousand fucking racks in my condo |
| Eating eggs benedict, bitch, where my cilantro? |
| It’s gon' fucking rain all season, where your poncho? |
| Hella cheese in my fucking pocket and it’s not yours |
| East side 11, bitch |
| Big talk stepping, bitch |
| Make the chopper sing, John Legend, bitch |
| East side niggas know what I’m repping, bitch, don’t walk up to my section |
| Glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (Where he at?) |
| Bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (Yeah) |
| Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? |
| (Where the fuck?) |
| Solid than a bitch, never took a loss (Facts) |