FOUND YOU

Lyrics

[Intro: Stephen Sanchez] Georgia, wrap me up in all your I want ya in my arms Oh, let me hold ya [Pre-Chorus: DC The Don] Get the back-end after the back end then I backed out In a fast car, they gon' scream my name when I back out Gettin' high as fuck so I been feelin' too blacked out Now, I'm out of state with my ho, blowin' her back out (Back out) [Bridge: DC The Don & Stephen Sanchez] Fall in love (Fall in love again until I found her) Yeah (I said I would never fall, unless it's you I fall into) Woah (I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (I found you) Yeah, ayy [Chorus: DC The Don] At the interstate I'm like, "Woah, woah, woah" (Ooh, ooh) Okay, that shit could spin Why thе fuck these niggas starin'? Ride 'round in this bitch, McLarеn Drop-top in my coupe, McLaren Fuck it, leave them niggas starin' Let's go up (Like, ooh, ooh) That's a ice box for my wrist (Wrist), wrist That's a forty dropped for my wrist [Verse: DC The Don] Put some Chrome Heart on my niggas Alexander Wang on my bitch And I need her back like, woah-oh All she ever wanted was a ring, but I bought a watch and it's too froze (Oh) Start playin', takin' every shot now 'cause it feel like I cannot miss (Say that shit) It took a fuckin' long time 'fore a nigga feelin' like this (Woah, woah) Hangin' by a fuckin' thread and I'm scared to cut this shit loose (Oh, oh, oh) That's why I'm always in the air, no more savage, no more bad news [Chorus: DC The Don] At the interstate I'm like, "Woah, woah, woah" (Ooh, ooh) Okay, that shit could spin Why the fuck these niggas starin'? Ride 'round in this bitch, McLaren (Reow) Drop-top in my coupe, McLaren (Woah) She don't like them niggas wearin' (Woah) Let's go up (Like, woo, ooh) That's a ice box for my wrist (Wrist), wrist That's a forty dropped for my wrist (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: DC The Don] These some Rick boots, they not kicks Put it with the Off-White, bitch (Ooh) Put it with the Cartier, woah And my shit lookin' like a Transformer (Woah), pull up in a autobot, woah I'm all in [Pre-Chorus: DC The Don] Get the back-end after the back end then I backed out (Fallin') In a fast car, they gon' scream my name when I back out (I'm all in, yeah) Gettin' high as fuck so I been feelin' too blacked out (I'm all in) And I'm out of state with my ho— [Chorus: DC The Don] At the interstate I'm like, "Woah, woah, woah" (Ooh, ooh) Okay, that shit could spin Why the fuck these niggas starin'? Ride 'round in this bitch, McLaren (Reow) Drop-top in my coupe, McLaren (Reow) She don't like them niggas wearin' (Woah) Let's go up (Like, ooh, ooh) That's a ice box for my wrist (Wrist), wrist (Yeah) That's a forty dropped for my wrist [Post-Chorus: DC The Don] These some Rick boots, they not kicks (Woah) Put it with the Off-White, bitch Put it with the Cartier, woah (Woah) Now my shit lookin like a Transformer, pull up in a autobot, woah I'm all in