D-Why - FaZe Clan lyrics
rate meHey man, kill ‘em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG like Space Jams
Seven day ban in a Days Inn, K.E. on the beat, man so fuck whoever hating
Rap game Ryan Gosling, she want to have my offspring
And I just want a couple minutes to chill and maybe pour me some coffee
Is that too much to ask for in the pass door of the Rav 4 Passport, that's more like it
See me exit through the back door, ‘causes out the front door we be starting riots
She go two ways like the Meadowlands, that's what I call a devil dance
I'd fucking die for my home state, you can call me Devil Anse
Young Kevin Costner, I need some Oscars, they making offers, I'm wearing oxfords
I'm eating lobster, bitch, I'm a mobster, I'm Frank Sinatra meets Silkk the Shocker
I make 'em say uh, wow D, what’s up?
I'm still not done not giving fucks
Know D.F.Y. is a masterpiece, Master D, I got the master key
I'm the letter Z, "what’s that mean?"
Ain't nobody coming after me
It's D to the Whizzy getting busy on the scene, everybody know my name, everybody know I be
That motherfucking guy when I motherfucking ride, tell your mom I say, "hi" and your girl I say, "bye"
Told y'all that I work smarter and I work harder, 'bout to jump farther, Felix Baumgartner
I don't even know where it started, but it ended with your daughter
1 espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly
1 espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso
1 espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso
1 espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Hey man, kill ‘em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG like Space Jams
Seven day ban in a Days Inn, K.E. on the beat, man so fuck whoever hating ‘cause
Me and my homies we riding and rolling and making this music and loving the moments
Ain't got no opponents, you got no appointment, you need to get going, and leave me alone
And I'll let you know if something opens up, they say, "D, man you're dope as fuck"
I say, "Thanks man, but you're late as shit, you got here in time to see me blowing up"
Ok, hold up, roll up, I'm 'bout to get my dough up
Don't be sad I had to leave, be happy I even showed up
You know what? Thanks, it's not often people show love
‘Cause they're too busy being negative to ever fucking grow up
If life's a bitch I'm gonna die alone, somewhere on a private island
I'll probably be styling and whiling though, Wile E. Coyote meets G.I. Joe
What do they have in common? I'm a comet, I vomit on 'em, I'm probably coming
Need two commas, two llamas, no drama, a lake house for momma
And a bad bitch to treat me good when I'm feeling out
Those that hold you up are the ones that hold you down
And I'm telling you right now that I'm the motherfucking man
And I probably feel that way because I motherfucking am
1 espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even fucking with these people honestly
1 espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso
1 espresso, 2 espresso, 3 espresso
1 espresso, 2 espresso, gimme 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Man, I got my bars up, y'all still starting up, seeing y'all star truck
They all drinking macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check, was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect I'm what's up next
Your favorite rappers new favorite rapper, fuck your favorite rapper
Bitch, I ain't no rapper, do I look I rapper? I'm way too dapper
