88' D Boi Songtext
von B‐Legit

Ayo, check this out though
This is a trap house, right?
And uh, we sellin′ quarter halves and hoes up out this door
And if you ain't careful though
We might move your punk ass up out here too

Man, I done came a long way from a double up
In the kitchen whippin′ cookies with the soda brush
My nerve-wracking baby mama sprayin' Lysol
My nosy ass neighbors probably callin' vice, y′all
′Cause I'm a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy
And I′m a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy


There ain't a rapper alive that I consider great
And I ain′t hatin', but most lil′ niggas fake
And I'm a bulldozer, y'all in the way
And I don′t do the rentals, I do the renovate
I buy them big mansions, got them black cards
Big crib with the pool up in the backyard
And I′m a rap star, used to be a trap star
30 rounds in the MAC for them jackboys

You know the feds got me sweatin' like a fat boy
And when I see ′em, I just brake like the Fat Boys
And I'm a real nigga, I get that real dough
I get ghost in the Ghost with some yellow hoes
I take it straight to the spot, I got a lot of those
Couple cases of Ciroc and a stripper pole
And I′m a D-Boy, I get that fuck money
And you can't even get her number, you got no money

Man, I done came a long way from a double up
In the kitchen whippin′ cookies with the soda brush
My nerve-wracking baby mama sprayin' Lysol
My nosy ass neighbors probably callin' vice, y′all
′Cause I'm a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy
And I′m a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy


And I'm the rapper alive that tell you be yourself
So where your pink slips? Nigga, I got five cars
You see I ball hard, John Wall
Still pitchin′ underhand like softball
Since the hype movement, it's been a big drought
I guess you niggas ain′t had shit to talk about
So how you livin', partner? What your dough like?
You say you movin' bricks, but never sold whites

So be yourself, dawg, get on your own hype
I wish the best success and live a long life
′Cause at the end of the day, I′m in my own lane
The only reason why I rap is for the dope game
Keep my name out your songs 'cause I don′t know
Dope dealers in my circle with them known killers
I got that Beeler blue and twin sisters
And I ain't never ran with them broke niggas

Man, I done came a long way from a double up
In the kitchen whippin′ cookies with the soda brush
My nerve-wracking baby mama sprayin' Lysol
My nosy ass neighbors probably callin′ vice, y'all
'Cause I′m a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy
And I′m a D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy (D-Boy)
D-Boy (D-Boy), D-Boy
And I'm a D-Boy