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DDG – On the low Lyrics




[Intro]
It’s that Henny in that cup you know what I’m saying
That’s, that’s all I be doing
I make this song for the niggas that do all this extra shit
It is what it is but still I’m about to sing though

[Hook] x2
I pop a xan on the low
I’m on that loud on the low
I sip that lean on the low
I pop a perk on the low
I fuck with her on the low
She fuck with me on the low
I know I’m [?]
Cuz I do this shit on the low

[Verse]
I got more bread than a sub
Gucci just spent me a dub
Bitch I ain’t give her no hugs
The lean got me slow like a slug
I just be sippin that henny
Loud got me posted at denny’s
The [?] I got plenty
My bands cannot fit in these skinnies
Ima go fuck on your bitch
You never gon’ know about shit
Wit all of this money I get
Yeah, and DDG never gon’ quit
We put the beamer in park
And pour up a sip in the dark
She think that relations gon start
Nah, but ima just play with her heart
Bitch I don’t fly like a kite
My shooters be strapped like a dike
She used to be lesbian, til I fucked her
Now she don’t know what she like
I’m gucci from head to my toe
I don’t rock polo no more
DDG popping I know
Cuz I do this shit on the low

[Hook]
I pop a xan on the low
I’m on that loud on the low
I sip that lean on the low
I pop a perk on the low
I fuck with her on the low
She fuck with me on the low
I know I’m [?]
Cuz I do this shit on the low




DDG – Pontiac Lyrics




[Intro]
Hey Daryl, or should I call you DDG now that you’re all big and famous. I was actually listening to one of your songs the other day and, I just want to say that I’m proud of you and I just want to say that I’m proud of you, and I miss you and I love you. Maybe we can get together sometime and you know, and talk about us. You know you’ve really come a long way since pontiac

[Verse]
My ex girl got a Android with no service
Still buy my music anyway
Downloading off of google play
But was talking shit just the other day
Bora Bora for a few days
Hundred spent on the D’usse
They say DDG is the new wave
Made 100 bands in like two days
Rapper niggas on the same shit
Like a little bitch on the same dick
You broke you ain’t rich
You got no hoes that’s the same bitch
Went to visit at my old college
Looking hella glo with some good clout
Stayed there for like two days
And I realized why I dropped out
I’m the big homie at yo big homie
So don’t act stupid like you didn’t know me
Big bags and the big racks
That’s the big reason why she didn’t hoe me
Henny with me like I’m 21
But I’m only 20 but I’m still savage
Green mixed with a little blue
And a Loui wallet like some spoiled cabbage
You made like a hundred songs
And you mad as hell cuz they ain’t hit
Do a song with me and it’s my song
I’m a legend now I’m on my drake shit aye

[Hook]
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves
Out the yat with the moves
DDG with the moves
I done dropped out of school
Neck wet like a pool
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves

[Verse]
Roley cost your tuition
A little over out of state
Try to book me for a date
I need 40 out the gate
I got a lot on my plate
I’m just trying to stay great
Another show can’t wait
Sold out by eight
On the keyboard flexing
It don’t phase me at all
You not tough at all
I just make a few calls
Boss shit, boss shit
I just chill make hits
College classes not shit
Dropped out got rich

[Hook]
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves
Out the yat with the moves
DDG with the moves
I done dropped out of school
Neck wet like a pool
Pontiac with the moves
Michigan with the moves


DDG – Bank Lyrics


[Intro]
TreOntheBeat yah
Yah ay oou okay okay
Yah Let’s talk about this money nigga
Cut to it

[Chorus]
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy

[Verse 1]
I be all about the cash (oou)
Careless about some ass
Sunning niggas steve nash, splash
Hunnid Mph’s on a dash, fast
Lot a broke niggas hate me (yeah)
Getting used to it lately (oou)
Shoot up woman from Haiti
Make me have to take it off safety, crazy (boom)
Bad bitch, she Hispanic (yeah)
But she nice, don’t panic
And her ass gigantic (yeah)
Real bitch organic
(splash, splash, wet, wet)
I told you my neck and my wrist is Pacific
Speedin’ the Beamer might give me a ticket
My financial status be lookin’ terrific

[Bridge]
I finesse on the cash
Put racks in the bank
Backwoods full of dank, stank
Henny coke for the drank (okay)
They want to be my clone (yeah)
DDG in the zone (yeah)
Money all in my phone (yeah)
I’m rich, I’m on

[Verse 2]
Same nigga from the yak (oou)
But I never going back (yeah)
Penthouse five racks, stack
DDG on my neck, tat
4K on the stu’
All my shit brand new
I been rappin’ ’bout these hoes
Lowkey got a boo

[Chorus]
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy

[Verse 3]
A-ATL for the show (oou)
Meet and greet with your bitch, shit
She keep knockin’ on the door
My homie hit, yeah we switch, stick
Sippin’ Henny, no vodka (yeah)
And your bitch call me papa (mm)
Ain’t got time for no drama
Bank account got commas (bands)
Music blew overnight (splash)
Hate when niggas wanna fight, light
Give your main bitch the pipe (mm)
And she wanna stay the night, sike
Labels be calling (oou)
‘Cause they see a nigga on
But I’m all about my bank (yeah)
Can you offer me a comma?

[Chorus]
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy
I got bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ayy

[Bridge]
I finesse on the cash
Put racks in the bank
Backwoods full of dank, stank
Henny coke for the drank (okay)
They want to be my clone (yeah)
DDG in the zone (yeah)
Money all in my phone (yeah)
I’m rich, I’m on


DDG & Famous Dex – Lettuce


[Intro: DDG]
Tre on the beat, yuh
I put the racks in the mattress
I put the Rollie in safe
I bought a Beamer to race
I should’ve bought me a Wraith
These niggas be broke, so they hate
Appointment for money, I never late
All night I been thumbin’ through cake
Di-diamonds splash, put my neck in a lake

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 1: DDG]
Pockets be lettuce like green
Blue hunnids, stuffed it all in my jeans
Take one like we shootin’ a scene
Rich boy and I’m only a teen
I can never go broke
Cali brother, I can’t fuck with no coat
Call yo bitch, tell her I’m tryna poke
Neck wet and my wrist on soak
I hit with no date
If she make me bored, I’m gone skate
Penthouse and an i8
For the pussy, I won’t wait
I cannot starve
Ten bands for the tab at the bar
Too lit, I can’t hop in the car
Zero speed, dash lookin like [?]
She fell in love with my bank
Green like weed but my money don’t stink
Hybrid whip with no gas in the tank
I’m gettin money, nigga, fuck what you think

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I put them racks in the mattress, huh
I tell my bitch she can have it, huh
Matter fact she gotta bag it
Countin’ the hunnids and baby, don’t hide it
Huh, ooh, okay, yeah
Flexin, I bought me a Wraith, ooh
Yeah, yeah, a day, ooh
Fuck yo lil bitch everyday, ooh
Wait, bust on her face, ooh
She callin’ me Dex everyday, ooh
Yeah, hangin’ with DDG
The money, I keep it on me
Wait, huh, [?] all in my teeth
Ooh, [?] all in my teeth
Hah, diamonds is all in my teeth
Look at my watch, I got an AP, a what
Yeah, huh, fuck yo lil bitch on the way
Huh, I got my Glock on my waist
Huh, sippin that wop to the face, yeah

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 3: DDG]
Chase statement, hunnid bands
Bust Rollie, got my rocks in the sand
Why these hoes keep on actin’, they playin’
Stop boostin’, bitch you know I’m the man
I do not care for these hoes
Bust a nut and it land on her nose
Kick her out, let her put on her clothes
Slut walk, nigga, that’s Amber Rose
I made a hunnid in 30, but I need a hunnid a day
Young nigga steady pavin’ the way
Big money, I’m increasin my pay
This one girl said I’m ugly
I just thought the shit was funny
Break bread then she fucked me
When she see me get money
My life real, no effects
Direct deposit, I can’t fuck with no checks
She not fuckin’ so I boot her in Texas
This Beamer mine, I do not have to flex

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Outro: DDG & Famous Dex]
Pockets be lookin like lettuce
Pockets be lookin like lettuce
Ayy (Yeah, a what, Dexter)