[Lyric] Cosmo Wanda (DC The Don)

[Intro]
That’s good, yeah
Yeah, go (Go)
Go, Yeah (Fuck it)
Yeah (Oouu)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go

[Chorus]
Ayy, looked in the mirror, that's the only nigga that I got competition with (Yeah)
Lovin' my baby for real, I ain't no exhibition shit (Yeah)
Ayy, like Donny gotta get on my show, he ain't gotta do no audition shit
I just been countin' my shrooms on the road, now a nigga all suspicious, shit

[Post-Chorus]
She ain't from where I'm from, Pocahontas, bitch
She like me, now she down for all kind of shit
I don't play with these ho's, I demolish shit
I come back all the time, it's astonishing
She said, "Boy you is to oh-oh-ooh-woah"
You ain't gotta act modest kid
I ain't modest, that's lowkey ironic, bitch
I’ve been thinkin’ about getting some percs, off the donnis I switch up the Prada
[Verse 1]
I switch it up, trynna run straight to the bag
I’ve been sprinting all night chasin’ rings like I’m sonic
Ever since that I’ve made me some money I’m boujee as fuck, no I can’t eat no motherfucking salmon
Like, “hell nah, ew” making a young nigga vomit (Yeah)
Throwing up purple guts, while my shit look cosmic (Ah-ha-ha)
Cozmo and Wanda, I’m wishing for Prada
Run that shit to the moon, give it back to the projects (Ah-ha-ha)
Yes, I’m maybe be going to hard I’m 5 star talent (Donny)
Living a rockstar life (Yeah)
Yeah this shit can be damaging
Gave it to me, I took it and I handle it
Niggas prolly never would manage it (Oouu)
That’s why it let’s me nah-nah-nah-nah
A nigga made it less stranded (Oh)

[Chorus]
Ayy, looked in the mirror, that's the only nigga that I got competition with (Yeah)
Lovin' my baby for real, I ain't no exhibition shit (Yeah)
Ayy, like Donny gotta get on my show, he ain't gotta do no honest shit
I just been countin' my shrooms on the road, now a nigga all suspicious, shit

[Verse 2]
Big talker, I’m done, sending shots
I’ve been trynna get him done
Trynna bother expert, it ain’t working (Boo)
Do I love you bae?
No I don’t you an impersonal (Yessir)
Aye, but of course I’m missing you, as you my own (Yeah, yeah)
Slap in the face, and then tell me I’m wrong
Hey, and I hate when a bitch trynna run that game, tell her “leave me ‘lone” (Yuh)
Aye, we got seven little baby, this shit only lastin’ when we on the phone
Leave a spare key under the mat every motherfuckin’ night ain’t nobody home
[Chorus]
Ayy, looked in the mirror, that's the only nigga that I got competition with (Yeah)
Lovin' my baby for real, I ain't no exhibition shit (Yeah)
Ayy, like Donny gotta get on my show, he ain't gotta do no honest shit
I just been countin' my shrooms on the road, now a nigga all suspicious, shit

[Post-Chorus]
She ain't from where I'm from, Pocahontas, bitch
She like me, now she down for all kind of shit
I don't play with these ho's, I demolish shit
I come back all the time, it's astonishing
She said, "Boy you is to oh-oh-ooh-woah"
You ain't gotta act modest kid
I ain't modest, that's lowkey ironic, bitch
I’ve been thinkin’ about getting some percs, off the donnis I switch up the Prada