"Love DThang" lyrics

"Love DThang"

(You know Borleone shot this shit)
(You are watching a master at work)
Glahh
Ayo turn me up Ela
Glahh
Gang, gang, gang
Even my guela know that
Ayo, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y

They keep saying my name so I'm back on that shit
I told Bando, "Just dump out the whip"
When you mention the Bronx, say my name, I'm legit
Like, I ain't not passing my gun, I won't miss
Got unlimited guns, got a gun with a switch
Like, he just running, praying that he trip
And they know that I started this shit
Like, come to my block and that car getting flipped
They keep saying my name so I'm back on that shit
I told Bando, "Just dump out the whip"
When you mention the Bronx, say my name, I'm legit
Like, I ain't passing my gun, I won't miss
Got unlimited guns, got a gun with a switch
Like, he just running, praying that he trip
And they know that I started this shit
Like, come to my block and that car getting flipped

I'm a demon staring at the V
Who that? Get close, let's see
Oh, they talking on Rah, we spinning for a week
And the first O we see, we knock him off his feet
Like, OY O what? (OY, O what?)
They know we tote guns like the Navy
Can't forget that lil' Edot a baby, like
Spinning the court, we did it on the daily
She like, "DThang you crazy", fuck that
If he say the wrong thing, we gon' up that
Last opp that I caught, he ain't buss back
I told Stacks just lift him, aimin' for his mustache
Like none of y'all niggas is factors
Now, all of y'all niggas is rappers
Like, now we on Courtland looking for the cappers
If he throw up a O, he going in a backwood
And B-Lovee tryna live off Kay Flock
Like, you cannot do that forever (You can't)
Like, you better get it together
Feel in love with the pistols and shooting Berettas
Like she is a smoochie
She let me fuck from the back when I met her
Oh, she jacking the opps, huh
So, we shit that bitch right out of her sweater
And she know I'm the GOAT (She know I'm the)
So, she come to my block any weather

They keep saying my name so I'm back on that shit
I told Bando, "Just dump out the whip"
When you mention the Bronx, say my name, I'm legit
Like, I ain't not passing my gun, I won't miss
Got unlimited guns, got a gun with a switch
Like, he just running, praying that he trip
And they know that I started this shit
Like, come to my block and that car getting flipped
They keep saying my name so I'm back on that shit
I told Bando, "Just dump out the whip"
When you mention the Bronx, say my name, I'm legit
Like, I ain't passing my gun, I won't miss
Got unlimited guns, got a gun with a switch
Like, he just running, praying that he trip
And they know that I started this shit
Like, come to my block and that car getting flipped

Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em ya heard
Rip Woo
Yo, long live Rah nigga
Glahh
LV for life
Glahh, Glahh, Glahh, Glahh, Glahh
I'm a demon staring at the V
Who that, get close let's see, like
Oh they talking on Rah, we spinning for a week
And the first O we see, we knock him off his feet


Writer(s): Daniel Lee Collins, Charles Jerome Jr Taylor
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