D!ON BTB ft. D!ON Lyrics

Hmm, Dion BTB, Dion BTB

DION!

Hmm, I make you jump out your flesh

Stop talking out your neck, say that shit with your chest

Hmm!

They couldn't stand on business if I laid a suit on the ground

Fuck around with me, get your card pulled

I'll spray that bucket, Bitch, get your car pooled

Dion with me, bout to clown you, boo-boo the fool

Ain't named Bob, but I stayed with the tool

They got five 'fore Dion come pursue

These lazy niggas bet they can't be seated with us, uh

I'm Lady Cleo, please don't make me call your bliz'uff, uh

None of them tough, I see them, they looking rough

Like Hillary, I'mma duff'em

I bag, these niggas, I clutch'em

He pussy before I touch him

Don't douche it but still its fuck him

My body my magnum opus

Oh, yo body a gun? My body a gun too

Demarc-Rock Lee, drunken fist like a screwed driver

One punch, I'll sink your face, go get your diver

Rock your shit like Titanic, ain't no survivors

Under the sea

Tell that bitch pull up his pants, no one harder than me

Carry a stick and talk soft, no, I carry a tree

Loud pack coming with me, smoke my opp, I'm litty

I get so high off life, this perc infinity

Yo, like the infinity stones, yo man, I'm bringing him home

He snap it, then I clap it, foreplay, then go straight to the dome

And on the mic, I sing like Britney, free the nuts from its home

I'm gone. Might be faded, help me slurp all the bone

It's Dee the D'va, best believe I'll squirt in your fucking home

I lather him in magic, gagged him tryna go through my phone

I'm pop shit, haters love me cause I'm toxic

I'm top ten

Watch this, I ain't got a rollie on but I can make a opp-tic

Ain't never suicidal, but I love a cutlet

Two birds of a feather get more neck than ostrich

We fucking, don't miss

Ayo Dion, we need a smoking section

We too hot, hot, hot, we too hot, hot, hot, oh

Ayo Demarc, we need a smoking session

Tell that bitch go get a cigarette cause it's done

Bitch, know I'm the sun, one of one, universe is him

Demarc the gun, spray you niggas, but don't fucking run

Do it for fun, cop a nigga, then go fuck his son, I like him hung

Two inside it, Dee don't fucking run

And if you got a question, motherfucker, ask me

I pass you city niggas waiting in a taxi

Yo, I'm a gritty Jersey nigga where the cash be

I run the orchestra, you niggas in the last seat

They been last, they been jack, they been ass

Been ain't eatin', lent been passed

Talmmat guns everyone knows they haven't blast

For Christ's sakes, done told one of em' to SlimFast

My mind's a dangerous place to be on

Body a gun, AKA First 48

Special thank you to Dion

We whiz kids and they peons with no life

They timed out, its been eons

They dead, right?

Hmm Dion BTB, Dion BTB, Dion BTB

Dion!