Dc the don – Riris and kyries

Riris and kylies
Riris and kylies

[Pre-Chorus]

When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy

Bitch, what the fuck is you telling me?

Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy

You already said what? Who said what allegedly?

Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy

Had to do what I did to return to my legacy

I throw that shit up, lil’ bitch, I rock here

She gon’ bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be

 

[Chorus]

Diamonds bite, heavily

Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)

I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony

Workin’ these bitches, turn her to a felony

Squeezе on the glizzy, lil’ bitch, we got bettеr beams

No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans

No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean

Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go)

 

[Post-Chorus]

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bih

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bitch

Raf Simon jeans, I’m- go

 

[Verse 1]

Lil’ bitch, my range underrated, I fuck around, shoot from the logo

I pull out the “Oh, no”

You niggas impressed, but I think that it’s so-so

Keep that on the lowski

Bitch, I’m a 350 [?] you a Roshi, don’t ever approach me

‘Less you got green, I need benjis for sureski

You not gang, you not slime, you not kin, or my broski

Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski

Told the bitch to slide, and turn up, we in [?]

They can’t fit in the back, [?]

Slide through the Hills, they be laughing and [?]

Bitch, don’t put me on Snapchat, I barely be posting

Wolfing, talking my shit, she a ocean

[?]

All my bitches got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah)

 

[Chorus]

Diamonds bite, heavily

Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)

I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony

Workin’ these bitches, turn her to a felony

Squeeze on the glizzy, lil’ bitch, we got better beams (Go)

No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny)

No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny)

Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)

 

[Verse 2]

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go)

Who got that shit? I be running it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah)

Came from having no food in my muhfuckin’ pantry, I knew that I seen this shit coming (Go, woah)

And I be around some dropouts, but they keep it [?], so I know they [?]

Teezo turned off the light, so they can’t see it coming

I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy

I’m tripping off ball like it’s ten of me

147Calboy, niggas, envy me

Like why would I trip? My lil’ bro, he my mini-me

Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I’m damn near a chimney

Got a message, of course, what the fuck they keep sending me?

I don’t do all that talking, get blood on my skinny jeans

Blew off his head ‘fore I went J. F. Kennedy

Fist, wrist, whip like [?]

My bitch got a bag, she look a [?]

Swagger and money, the reason she into me

What that shit got in common? And a whole lot of synergy

[?] I got a whole lotta weaponry

That lil’ bitch [?], let me show you my specialty

Coke Boy diamonds, Mason Margiela jeans

Fuck with your head, bitch, we serving telepathy

 

[Pre-Chorus]

When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy

Bitch, what the fuck is you telling me? (I got my-)

Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy

You already said what? Who said what allegedly?

Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go)

Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go)

I throw that shit up, lil’ bitch, I rock here

She gon’ bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (Bitch)

 

[Chorus]

Diamonds bite, heavily

Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly

I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony (Yeah)

Workin’ these bitches, turn her to a felony

Squeeze on the glizzy, lil’ bitch, we got better beams

No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah)

No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah)

Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)

 

[Post-Chorus]

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded (What?)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bitch (Go)

Raf Simon jeans, I’m- (Go, bih)

 

[Outro]

Nah, bruh, I’m not gon’ lie my nigga

If he don’t drop the album, we gon’ raid the fucking White House, bruh, ’cause, what’s up, DC?

What even- C’mon, bruh

Nigga, just go- Look, look, look, bro

I’ll- Nigga, I’ll talk to- I’ll talk to the muhfuckin’- I’ll talk to your manager, bro

I’ll even talk to the niggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c’mon, bro

Like I’ll persuade the niggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro

Like c’mon, bro, you shouldn’t be holding off doing this album for that long, bro, c’mon my nigga

You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven’t even released yet, c’mon

 

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