[Lyric] Dont Sl33p (DC The Don)

[Chorus]
I know that they lurkin'
I don't sleep, I be workin'
My driver close the curtains
I hotbox my whole damn whip, finna drive high how he swerin'
Paranoia in the workin'
Some police make me nervous
Triple H on my shit, I put my bitch in a GT, yeah, yeah
Why you showing your ass? Boy we all know that them shits ain't VVs, yeah, yeah
Goin' slow on the gas, pedal to the medal, told 'em "You can't beat me, yeah, yeah
I get back on your ass, tell that lil bitch, its a green beam, yeah (Trademark!)

[Verse]
Put that bitch in sport, I know that these motherfuckers see me, yeah, yеah
I got all the cash, but my main bitch tryna leave mе, yeah, yeah
And she goin' out sad, she ain't finna slide tryna meet me
I'm just tryna vibe with a freak, freak
I can go outside now they free me, yeah
Bro do your time, now we smokin' on doja
My bitch gettin' mad 'cause I got them promoters
It's still the same structure, with some new different folks
I don't choose for no bitch, have me losin' my quota
Go like James Harden, these niggas ain't guardin', I'm back in this bitch, and I ball like I'm Nola
Yeah, pick up the trap, Motorolla, yeah
You want my shit? We can go up
I'm tryna find this shit like the Mil' Town Bucks
Like my shirt? Oh cool, thanks much
OTL on me, I feel like I'm up
If it's up, then it's up, it stays up, and it's stuck
Damn he was poppin', what happened to bro?
It's a cold ass game-