The Source

[Verse 1: DBangz]
Name me somebody that rap out here in the game that can do that shit like us
Turnt up in a brand new whip with a bag so full that my shit might bust
Pray the ones that are around me now never act out and betray my trust
All the hating online you did to me, bet that cro and 'em take the bus
Might run up in a minivan like Taliban and try to come take your stuff
My ex ho fronting about me online, that's facts, you can go look it up
I've been feelin' so goddamn healthy lately, I really don't give no fucks
Can we all give a round of applause to the one they made fun of for chasin' the bucks?
You can't stay around mе if you ain't with the shit and I see you ain't runnin' it up
The feelin' of smokin' the shit up in Cali, I feel likе I can't get enough
The feelin' of makin' that cheese so quick, it's like I done made it with nuts
Y'all niggas, they better start callin' me king, got the whole game 'bout saved up
How the rockstar got shaved up?
How the big boys still pay us?
How we still made stacks even though the radio never ever wanted to play us?
How niggas finna talk all about that shit but they never wanna really pull up?
Finna get that Scatpack new this year or somethin' like a Bentley truck

[Verse 2: Jae Zole]
Yes, I'm back
Who want that smoke when I'm on that track?
I'm doin' everything y'all boys can't
Every time I speak, they say I snap
Bitch, I ain't never gave two fucks 'bout a bad lil' bitch
My lyrics hit like a banana clip
That's how I handle shit
Worked for years, this ain't random, bitch
Persevere 'cause I had to, man
A year ago, I didn't have no bands
Now I'm goin' for platinum plaques
But these lame ass motherfuckers start to understand that I ain't no joke
And I hope you know that I'm 'bout my dough
So I copped that ghost, so I love that ho', that's just how it go
Stay on DND, don't hit my phone, like woah
These rappers really thinkin' they the G.O.A.T. but I don't know
I never had time to take a break, I had to go
They hate on you 'til you make it, then they gon' do the most
Curry with the three, shit, I've been ballin' like a pro
I ain't never need nobody, I can't see nobody (Woo)
Trust fall shit, the way that I've been droppin' bodies
She gon' ride it like a Kawasaki
Droppin' bombs like kamikaze
Motherfuckers, they love to hate but please tell me what you know about me

[Verse 3: DBangz]
I was told I can't give up too quick so I gotta go nuts in the paint
Know boy DBangz on the roll again like the mandem upped his rank
I'll say it again, you cannot fuck with the man
Get that supply and demand
Imagine droppin' that shit then actin' like you really out here makin' a stand
Man, I might fly out just 'cause I can
Might take a one-way to Japan
See if they ever heard of "Anime Titties" and if they did, I'll be like, "Damn"
Fuck on a 2D bitch out there, somehow get that shit on cam
Hit a little bit of that shit that I got shit right there from the fam
Tryna pull up twin turbo with a bitch that'll touch the dick like shift right
Finna ride my shit like, "Goddamn, I ain't never hit no shit this tight"
They type overnight, rich type
Finna turn up with a bottle, it's lit right
Now, in the back of the club, finna get sucked up by a bitch tellin' her I'm finna get right
Into tonight but I will not bust to save my energy
Wanna hit me up late night, tryna give me cake like a bakery
She handle the ball so well, like goddamn bitch, I'ma start callin' you Kyrie
She wonders about how big my dick is all inside her diary
Give a nigga so much smoke, I feel like I might up and burst a lung
I'ma shoot a bitch a text and tell her, "Go out when your time has come"
Real shit, gon' pop out and make everybody bob heads and go so dumb
White bitch finna sniff white shit that's so white it look like it vote for Trump