Lyrics SO WHAT [Sped Up] - Dro Kenji, DC The Don

SO WHAT [Sped Up]

Okay, I’m up, I’m wide awake\nI see the phony and the fake\nNiggas mad cause I get paper\nCool me down\nShe fuck rappers, I ain’t had to fly her to me\nDon’t run down on lil' Kenji, I keep big-ass blickys on me\nRun down on the gang right now, all my niggas on go (Go)\nRed dot with a .556, niggas kickin' down doors\nI got big bank rolled up\nSmokin' gas, poles up\nHe get blast, blown up\nHe get blast, so what?\nHow the fuck you get a new i8 with the butterfly doors?\nDonny fresh outta LAX with some LA hoes\nI put that shit on lil' bitch\nI just hopped in the Phantom\nI ride with the motherfuckin' ghosts\nWhen I’m rockin' that green I feel slimey as fuck\nDanny Phantom, new whip in Dior, in my car\nI just step on the gas and I float\nMy bitch, she bad and she doin' the most\nOh, you think you a demon?\nThis nigga a joke\nAimin' straight for your talon, bitch, shoot through the floor\nWatch me make that bitch jump, jump, jump\nWhen I hop on the stage, they gon' jump through the floor\nYeah, they stay on my dick, I just go with the flow\nWe can turn the bitch up\nWe keep goin' some more (Jump, jump)\nBitch, I got a Rick right now, what the fuck did you think? (Jump)\n3.5 in the 'wood right now, niggas smokin' on dank\nThat’s why I say I’m the Don of a don 'cause I’m doin' this shit\nI do something he can’t\nI just bang on my chest like the Planet of the Apes\nWe can slide through your hood in a big-ass tank\nOkay, I’m up, I’m wide awake\nI see the phony and the fake\nNiggas mad cause I get paper\nCool me down\nShe fuck rappers, I ain’t had to fly her to me\nDon’t run down on lil' Kenji, I keep big-ass blickys on me\nRun down on the gang right now, all my niggas on go (Go)\nRed dot with a .556, niggas kickin' down doors\nI got big bank rolled up\nSmokin' gas, poles up\nHe get blast, blown up\nHe get blast, so what?\nLike I get so damn high I think I seen a AC-130\nI fucked that bitch one time and blocked her 'cause I can’t love on birdies\nI’m in my private section\nPeace out and her friends all came with me\nThis lil' Taurus pistol on me ain’t for violence, it’s for peace when I’m\noutside\nI just seen a opp-nigga tryna switch sides\nI can’t fuck you for the free\nThe bitch outta her mind\nMoney what I need\nLet’s say it one more time (Okay)\nBig bag, stripper ass\nI had a dream like Martin Luther\nA 100 fuckin' money bags\nI’ll add that shit up, fuck a tutor\nMoney what I need\nLet’s say it one more time\nMoney what I need\nLet’s say it one more time\nOkay, I’m up, I’m wide awake\nI see the phony and the fake\nNiggas mad cause I get paper\nCool me down\nShe fuck rappers, I ain’t had to fly her to me\nDon’t run down on lil' Kenji, I keep big-ass blickys on me\nRun down on the gang right now, all my niggas on go (Go)\nRed dot with a .556, niggas kickin' down doors\nI got big bank rolled up\nSmokin' gas, poles up\nHe get blast, blown up\nHe get blast, so what?