2025

Lyrics

[Chorus: DC2Trill] Got all these hoes I want, it don't matter Takin' your fit, but I make it look casual Build up a bitch, I'll make her look groovy Do it so well myself, might sue me This red so old, might put on some Ksubis Pockets too stuffed, can't even fit loose leaf (Liwi) That ho fucked the old, not new me (That ho fucked the old—) Beat up these stores, no time to post (Beat up) Who want the smoke? Shit, I'm dyin' to know (Dyin' to know) My daily tab be a dime or more (Dime or more) She was an eight, I done dimed thе ho Write her a versе, give me top, then ghost (Top, then ghost) Try this on ten like a knock at the door Look at my cup, see a three or more (Three or more) Turn up my Sprite and I— (Turn it up) Turn up my Sprite and I turn up the bros Spent three on jeans, my shades on froze Ain't sweat a thing, I pay and go I'm Balenci' down, I'm laying low (Balenci', Balenci') We dishin' pounds and buyin' more (Dishin') Got too many broads, eeny, miny, moe All these foreign cars, we just push and go I came in her face like Rubi Rose [Bridge: D. Savage] Oh, oh (Yeah) Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh [Verse: D. Savage] Uh, 'bout get in her mind, get in her back, get in her spine Uh, uh, got me feeling like a fiend, pop some tags one more time Uh, long live Chris King, I miss the fam, long live the guys Uh, uh, all 2025, bitch, we live, we outside Jump in that 'Vette and I'm speedin' it (Speedin' it) I'm crashin' out, I'm not rentin' it (Not rentin' it) Movin' around like the president (Yeah) I'm rockin' Yuri and Vetements (Yeah) Geeked up, sippin' on medicine (Yeah) I pray to God, I'm heaven-sent (Yeah) She trippin', she want me to bust in it (Yeah, yeah) I'm diggin' her vibes, I'm lovin' it (Diggin' her vibes, I'm lovin' it) I just made a hundred thousand, hit my dance Uh, uh, y'all niggas broke as fuck, could never be my mans Uh, fall back and I stick to the code, woah, I stick to the plan Uh, freak bitch and she touching her toes, ooh, I'm lovin' her stance Uh, uh, I want some get-back for my brother Yeah, I'm swinging that motherfuckin' cutter Yeah, I'm super savage like no other I got so high, I told her I love her Opps outside, you know that I'm bomin' Pull out the flame, got everybody runnin' Pull out that chop-chop, tell me who want it F&N bullets gon' rip out your stomach [Chorus: DC2Trill] Got all these hoes I want, it don't matter Takin' your fit, but I make it look casual Build up a bitch, I'll make her look groovy Do it so well myself, might sue me This red so old, might put on some Ksubis Pockets too stuffed, can't even fit loose leaf That ho fucked the old, not new me (That ho fucked the old—) Beat up these stores, no time to post (Beat up) Who want the smoke? Shit, I'm dyin' to know (Dyin' to know) My daily tab be a dime or more (Dime or more) She was an eight, I done dimed the ho Write her a verse, give me top, then ghost (Top, then ghost) Try this on ten like a knock at the door Look at my cup, see a three or more (Three or more) Turn up my Sprite and I— (Turn it up) Turn up my Sprite and I turn up the bros Spent three on jeans, my shades on froze Ain't sweat a thing, I pay and go I'm Balenci' down, I'm laying low (Balenci', Balenci') We dishin' pounds and buyin' more (Dishin') Got too many broads, eeny, miny, moe All these foreign cars, we just push and go I came in her face like Rubi Rose