DYG - NSFW Lyrics

George
George
George
George
George
George
George
George
George
Oh George
Put George to bed

Smoke the loud man f*ck the Percs
Munching with little Gunna on the that
Baby Berk

We always at work we don't rap the same
Cuz I'm bout the pussy and about the brain
I don't want her number I just want her name
And I like the costumes with the foreplay
I'm Batman with the horsay
Thats Bruce Wayne, with a better name
And I'm Superman, how I'm making gains
She got the thick thighs and the small waist
Got enough things driving me insane
Driving me insane
I'm stacking the bills with rubber bands
So lets hit the club you know we dance
Cuz I like the booty but I love my friends
Gotta call the boys and fix the plans
Private jet, out to France
Few bitches from Instagram
Yeah these bitches, are some tens
Doctors say we need a cleanse
But f*ck that shit, I'm the man
Okay bitch now do your dance, now do your dance, now do your dance
Blessings coming down like imma Chance
Down for sex not the romance
Lets lay in bed and smoke some plants
Girl try some tabs thats a little much
Bouta jump right in like it's double-dutch
Bouta eat it like its dinner and I ain't eat lunch
We got the bars no candy bitch this ain't no Crunch
Yeah I'm staying with the reaper like I'm Bill Mandy
Flying up in the sky, high never landing
Rap game tough but we outstanding
Bring the blunts bring the shrooms yeah I'm demanding
Bouta need some big banks all the financing
Yeah we headline news like the moon landing
Stripper with the nice eyes can be entrancing
Third eye on God my brain expanding
My brain expanding
My brain expanding
Like Dan Bilzerian
We got weed and bitches
If you touch my dogs you gonna need some stitches
Thats Prince and Beau, you already know
She thinks Dusty's cute so I got the digits
Her name is Bella but she's always bitching
So I hit it once then I got to ditching
I gotchu bro, always down for switching
Sheesh you a freak
Man I like to geek
My brothers dream chasing yeah they learned from Meek
And we dropping bomb, on a kill streak
It's our Call of Duty to be slaying this beat
Our flows elite, we got the right technique
F*ck the ghostwriters and the Soundcloud beats
If we got beef in the streets
Bodies hitting concrete
We unstoppable like the Lebron Wade heat
Irresponsible, All Day AP
And we always pushing limits no concern for safety
Man we gotta blow up so the world can see
On my momma we the realist can't disagree
Can't disagree