DYG - Wolfgang Mozart Lyrics

All these Silly ribs
Make me feel real whack
I'm freaking out over small shit
Overdosing on facts
And that's real shit
Sworn to the brotherhood
I don't need that side bitch
DYG walking around
Like a ghost
The city
Is your smoke
The rap is your only hope
My brothers getting racks
Bloodshed like my eyes
But I keep them on the prize
This is that DYG God
Three packs of Juul pods
All mint
Cuz f*ck that cheap shit
We always on the grind
I'm clearly insane
I'm not the usual design
And ever since the shrooms
I've been out of my mind
I don't f*ck with lying
And I hate it when it's obvious
That's a cracker did the crime
But he never did the time
I'm doing this for Beast Coast
And you better feel alive
Cuz once I blow up
I'm never gonna die
Sit back, write lyrics
Then I get high
With Joey on the beat
I know I'm super fly
All the stable super tight
But that don't mean we won't fight
Gotta keep a lockdown
Cuz i don't like a mice
Kick a pussy out
Take away his light
I'm a super dark man
When it comes to my sights
And I don't give a Hoover damn
I might just bite
I don't move a man
I might just fight

Oh baby
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got the drip
I got it, I got it, I got it
I got the drip
I got it, we have it, you want it
We got the drip
I got it, we have it, you want it
Horses got the drip
Truest thing Yeeter ever said to me
You can find a horse on the side of the street
But that doesn't make him no brother to thee
It's hard for kids to find their DYG
Liven my best life
Don't you see
Smokin 100 blunts a day of Sour D
My eyes are starting to close baby
But my mind can still motherf*cking see
Yeah baby
We want the fame
Yeah bitch
Go insane
Yeah baby
We want the fame
I said bitch Go insane
Your bitch give me some crazy brain
I'm tryna get your mommas name
I'm winning at this game
Millions of dollars we want the fame

One of the hardest things in life
Is managing self control
These temptations in the world
Tryna taint my soul
LSD, Hennessy, so many blunts to roll
But you can't do shit
Without that paper yo
So I hustle for the bag
I got it on the low
QP in a week
Cheap bags for the squad
I think I'd trade the whole world
For my perfect broad
But I wouldn't be shit
Without my f*cking dogs
We all made it this far that's a act of God
Yeah
Stable boys shit
We the mini Beast Coast
Got a superior mind
Don't rlly mean to boast
I'm running out of time
But I still do the most
They call me blackout Beans
But I'm about the smoke
The smoke
These bitches don't want the smoke
Don't need a thang on my waist
These f*cking thugs are a joke
We at the top of the game
My rhymes more complex than most
You overrated like coke
I'll soon be rated the goat
If you f*ck with my weed
I'm coming straight for ur throat
If money isn't happiness
Than you ain't never been broke yo