DND

(Hook)

I can’t talk I’m on Dnd
Hella yutes on the net, they just cap
Bad b got a kink for the CNC
Can’t chill, imma blow like a TNT
You wanna come through, she said yes indeed
Fuck wid a bad boy from the West Indies
Asleep in my bed I’m collecting fees
You play with my bread, you gone rest in peace

(Verse 1)

Support my grind in the dark that’s calm
But when I blow, no will u share my light
Mum always told me I would be a star
I never knew this star would shine so bright
I’m up in the booth and I’m making tracks
Spit one more verse and this place is alight
Everybody just be sounding the same
Not me when I’m up on the mic that’s right

They pissed and they throwing tomatoes
Baddies tattooing tornadoes
Idc bout the roads I’m making my bandz
Uno that I’m chasing my pesos
Got a blasian she come from Barbados
Ready hit dat but she wanting the same dose
Try send him to hades I came close
Soon on top let’s take a champagne toast

(Hook)

I can’t talk I’m on Dnd
Hella yutes on the net, they just cap
Bad b got a kink for the CNC
Can’t chill, imma blow like a TNT
You wanna come through, she said yes indeed
Fuck wid a bad boy from the West Indies
Asleep in my bed I’m collecting fees
You play with my bread, you gone rest in peace

(Verse 2)

She wants a stepper, I’m here tell her step out
Them niggas can’t compete, tell em check out
Blacked out dress, slim waist, got her chest out
Pretty face, legs on my shoulders, can't stretch now
Jakes on my back doing up blues clues
Shit stays private don’t ask who’s who
Blasian baddie, cute face stay rude
Backshot when it clap sound like it’s world war 2

Come to the crib, get whatever you want
Cah the bedroom coming like santas grotto
Back in the day, used to fuck on a paigons bitch
G I don’t want her, I just borrowed
Still got a sword on me I ain’t zoro
Bryson tiller, im causing sorrows
Love my bitch, she bad and she swallows
Touch one of mine, hold a chest full of hollows