DC The Don & jetsonmade – “REROUT3” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

DC The Don & jetsonmade drop the visual for “REROUT3” produced by jetsonmade, 1st Class & Sharkboy333.

Dc The Don Rerout3

22-year-old Daijon Davis is on the come up. Known professionally as DC the Don, the Milwaukee rapper began on Soundcloud in 2017, gaining fans and views with popular songs “Freddy Krueger,” “Window Love,” and “Kswiss Days.”

The rapper released his debut project Come As You Are with Rostrum Records in 2020, showcasing his versatility with plenty of emo-rap bangers and chill freestyles.

The up-and-coming star has been on a roll since, pushing out track after track in the last year, including standouts “Ghost Rider” and “Notice Me.” His latest, “REROUT3,” produced by JetsonMade, is reminiscent of Playboi Carti’s early work, from its experimental sound, along with its stunning, and equally trippy music video.

DC The Don & jetsonmade – REROUT3 (prod. jetsonmade, 1st Class & Sharkboy333)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bow, yeah, yeah)
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Why the fuck he keep runnin’ his mouth? (Yeah)
I’m with the scouts and my young niggas hungry, they tryna see what you about, yeah
Feel like Tony Montana, I pull up with hammers, they gotta skrt off and reroute, yeah
I’ma make sure they see me now, yeah
‘Cause I know they tryna take me out, yeah, go (Go)

[Post-Chorus]
I’m a millionaire from that couch, yeah
And your bitch, she be talking too much, she keep runnin’ her trap, put that dick in her mouth, yeah
If I walk in the spot, then I speak for myself, the promoter don’t gotta announce, yeah
Young nigga shuttin’ shit down, yeah
‘Cause you know I come from that town, yeah, go

[Verse 1]
Why the fuck he keep wolfin’ and shoutin’? Yeah
Niggas keep callin’ my phone like a motherfuckin’ bitch, he be crying and pouting, yeah
RoRo told me to keep that shit a hundred, I try to keep that shit a thousand, yeah
Why you sneakin’ ’round askin’ ’bout it?
If these niggas keep rockin’, it’s starting a fit, I still highly doubt it
She said I’m childish
Bae, I got big body bills in my pocket, don’t ask me about it
I’ma slide, then I’m outie, I skrt through the alley
She like really fast cars, I went and bought me an Audi
Switch it up, had to give the Glock to my bone
From the man that go figure, I stay with a tone
Let me shout out my son, he the one I’m co-signing
You the son of a GOAT, I should call yo’ ass Bronny
Ricks, sticks, blue Murakami
I don’t fuck with the Gram, I just post and then copy
She gon’ turn to a rock star, she with Donny
God, I’m rocking that Rick, Rick and Murakami
I just bust down the wrist, wrist, watch it glist, glist
I’ve been leaning over like a zombie
I was already shining, now I got some diamonds
You still on my dick while I had to go crombie

[Chorus]
Why the fuck he keep runnin’ his mouth? (Yeah)
I’m with the scouts and my young niggas hungry, they tryna see what you about, yeah
Feel like Tony Montana, I pull up with hammers, they gotta skrt off and reroute, yeah (Donny)
I’ma make sure they see me now, yeah
‘Cause I know they tryna take me out, yeah, go

[Verse 2]
And I peeped that the energy shifted
I had a Backwood, I broke that hoe down, put this bitch into course, now I’m lit
Now I’m laying somewhere on the moon
She keeping a bean, I get way too damn high, I don’t know how to fix
My therapist telling me “Lay off the shrooms”, I’m just popping two caps and I stay off the ceiling
And that’s why I got a car, it don’t got no ceiling
I got a bitch but I don’t got no feelings
I got a choppa that do all the killing
Girl, I’m sick as a bitch, yeah, I’m probably the illest
Had to show in your city, you know I’ma kill it
How that’s your girl if she say I’m the realist?
Why you surprised if you knew what the deal is?
How the fuck you gon’ know when you run out of feelings?
Leave me space, tell your girl, finna get out my face
I go out for vibe and I go out for faith
That’s why I been feeling it’s time to escape
Feelings get mixed up, I go through this shit out of town, man, I swear that my life is a trip (Donny)
And I woke up cool, but I smell me a blunt, now I’m paring, I gotta leave out with a stick, bitch (Woah)

[Chorus]
Why the fuck he keep runnin’ his mouth? (Yeah)
I’m with the scouts and my young niggas hungry, they tryna see what you about, yeah
Feel like Tony Montana, I pull up with hammers, they gotta skrt off and reroute, yeah
I’ma make sure they see me now, yeah
‘Cause I know they tryna take me out, yeah, go

[Post-Chorus]
I’m a millionaire from that couch, yeah
And your bitch, she be talking too much, she keep runnin’ her trap, put that dick in her mouth, yeah
If I walk in the spot, then I speak for myself, the promoter don’t gotta announce, yeah
Young nigga shuttin’ shit down, yeah
‘Cause you know I come from that town, yeah, go

[Outro]
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Donny