D-Why - Devil Horns To All lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Huh, what's good? Um, I wanna shout all my Pittsburg family right now I.D. Labs E. Dan what up? Jerm, Josh, I see ya'll Wiz, what up? Taylor Gang Mac, Q, Most Dope Ok, we in NY right now But um, let's get it [Verse 1] Ok baby here I go Tip the waiter Tip the vallet Tap dancin' on these haters Life is such a ballet Got a ballerina Look like Halle Berry In the Audi Belly bu*ton steeze b**h I'm outie And I'm chillin' in the spot With my people Got it locked until the morning I'mma do by 23 What they couldn't do by 40 Got a shorty with a Beamer Her ex-boyfriend was a cheater So I'm driving while she's laughing Cause he keeps trying to reach her They ask me son why you stuntin' I say because I love it It so fun I'm trying to get it in abundance My girl does the same sh** She trippin' So she got a lotta luggage And that Louis bag is speedy So she runnin' [Verse 2] I'm on Bedford and Halsey We livin' We the same but we so different I'm telling you right now I'm bout to get it So when I do it You can say you was there when I did it I flip it Inside out I raid the fridge I'm breakin' all the dishes The great debator no prisoner taker I see you later Turn a friend out of a hater Turn a loser to a Laker A winning mentality is what makes the great even greater Girls tell me I'm handsome But I look even better on paper [Verse 3] All the rumors, all the gossip All the hearsay, all the nonsense Can be deaded if you just keep bringing hot sh** I told them baby watch us While we look at our watches And talkin' sh** is too much fun So I ain't bein' modest I'm sayin' Ya'll ain't with us So I know what you're upset bout Ain't been home in a week But I look like I just stepped out Louis'd up Gucci down Hermes'd out Damn, ya'll just missed out [Hook] Devil horns to all my haters Dirty weed up in your papers Get your food spit on by waiters Ask your girl for dirty favors Shave for days with dirty razors Get your face bit off by gators Hope you never meet your savior or your maker And you end up all alone Die slow f** your feeling's b**h Combat boots got me feeling real militant Outfit crazy Wrist game villanous Black shades got me feelin' real Bob Dylan-ish [Verse 4] Yeah and I don't care if ya motherf**ers like me Bigger problem I just got barbecue sauce on my white tee Wardrobe stupid But look what's standing next to me You can stunt But a bad b**h is always the best accessory Grew up in townhouse That sh** ain't have no yard So I'mma go hard Until I can afford Goyard And Gucci that's my motherf**ing duffel Half-caff Macchiato And a Belgium shuffle Let's go [Verse 5] I'm in an ally With a chick I think named Allie She from Cali Plays volleyball in the Valley Booty calls and rockin' Bally Hips are crazy Lips are pouty sh** is rowdy b**h I'm outtie Always riding for the mounties But I'm still in New York City It's cloudy I'm waitin' for the sunshine Watching for the one time Babe I think I've done fine Hey Let me slow it down Thought I told you D-Why's bout to come around [Verse 6] If Don't Flatter Yourself is a movie Then consider this a trailer If you wanna size me up Then you can catch me at the tailor See you later sailor I'd rather be a winner than a leader For a leader can lead his team onto failure Let's go, let's go, let's go I'd rather be a winner than a leader For a leader can lead his team onto failure Let's go, let's go, let's go Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go