DC The Don – Bol Bol & Shareef lyrics

Fied nigga with that penny huh
Big Meals but I’m Skinny huh?
Gang shit But not really huh?
Embiid like I’m Philly huh?

Bitch i keep that thang
I hit that stain
I keep that brad pit

Bitch I’m switchin lanes
Come fuck for fame
I’m on my mavs shit

RM on the chain
You know the gang
My mode on strav bitch

Hoe you know my name
Things could get strange
Lil Daij not average

Come fuck with my wodies
You might go meet Whitney
Fucked that over twice & she come back like frisbe
Please don’t cross my lane you might end up 6 feet
He so fucking lame
He a clone lil bruh a pip squeak

Mosh pit like unvexed huh?
GDN my set huh?
Say sum else get recked huh?
Talking out his neck huh?
Pussy my get wet huh?
Shit might end up left huh?
I’m gone make a mess huh?
Bitch go get the ref huh

I’m gone get the rest huh
I might cut the check huh
Hopped straight on the jet
Then I spent 35 hunnit on a vest huh

True Lil Daij the best huh?
Make yo ass upset hmm?
Yo bitch want my sex
So I gave her 35 feet up in her Chest hmm

I’m bout that action
Pop it like Marilyn Mason
Run up I’m letting em have it
Bitch ima savage
Clearly my diamonds be dancing
Shorty just go on a tangent

Im bout the benjis
Doing the dash in ur city
Cross double Fs like I’m fendi
But I’m not 50
Keep all my cents for 10 piece
I’m aiming straight for ur kidneys
Gotta be kidding

I’m made my whole cake
I made my own way
Otay
Viva La coldplay
Back to my old ways
Role play
Beat it up OJ
Get out my old space
Gold wraith
Feel like the old Daij
Back with the fro Daij
08
Fucking these hoes aye
Still on the road aye
All ways
It’s getting cold aye
Pelle P coat aye
Loaf Daij
I’m going so ape
40’ my soul mate
Bang bang
I’m in my own lane
You niggas so lame
Too late

Off that pill huh?
NyQuil huh?

Niggas be talkin
I pull up on niggas
I’m going in straight for the kill uh

Back in days
I was stuck in my grades
Now I’m balling like
Buffalo bills huh

Hop in the jet
And fly right to my bae
Galaxy roof
Got me in my feels huh

Ima take her to the hills huh
Ima buy her the new heels huh
Ima take her to the Mil huh
Bitch I’m dead ass I’m fr huh
Look at my diamonds they real yea
Stop tryna cop you a feel yea
He said that he from the trap
But he ain’t never in the field yea

Get the loot
Who is you nigga
Fuck a new nigga
Scoop nigga
In the coupe nigga
With the toot nigga

Mute nigga
Ima shoot nigga
Out the roof nigga

Oops nigga
Absolute nigga
You and you nigga

I got the keys
You niggas ain’t fuckin with me
I swear I put that on the g
Put that shit on me
I’m boomin on niggas so much
I feel like Bol Bol and Shareef

I Ball overseas
I feel like the balls overseas
I’m the boss so I see everything
I’m getting the cream
I’m washing these new niggas bad
They call me lil Daij listerine
(Gang Gang)

Huh?