DM

[Intro]
Ayy, Yeah
Fatt, Fatt (Yeah, Yeah)
Fatt, Yeah
Ayy, Yeah

[Verse]
Baby, tell me how you feel
Is you loving me for real?
Staying high, I’m keeping fire to stay alive, im coming trim
Drop a thirty on my grill, i spent twenty ‘K on pills
I wake up and spend a ten, for bro to spin and go and kill
If you broke you can’t get in, I spend like two racks for every rim
She be lurking on my page, i hit ya bitch up in the DM
After you had did me dirty, i couldn’t fall in love again
Bro don’t like that I’m on drugs, I’m damn near falling out with Ken
Pop a addy, sip the gin
For my family, I’m gon’ kill
In a stolo, fresh ass hell, in case the police take me in
Put a baddie up in skims, I’m like Kanye she my Kim
I’m gon’ make sure he don’t live the day i see him
I got opps they sitting in jail, i pray to God, them people free ‘em
I get jammed, I’m making bail
They broke ass hell, and i couldn’t be ‘em
They be trolling on the net, but turn they necks the day we see ‘em (Yeah)
Yeah, i put it on my mama, nun of my opps can show me twenty racks (On, God)
Posting pictures with yo homie fye, give him that pistol back
Bitch, I’m really that
This a brand new vet, the engine in the back
Niggas tellin' bitches “they don't fuck with me”, that’s cause they can't
I don't never see them niggas on they block or at the bank
Smokin' wam, I'm sippin' drank
I ain't never chase the paint
I was just 15, I had my fire I bust and upped my rank
Any pussy nigga ever play, get sacrificed to gang
Bitch, I run around in a dually with my shooter takin' both the lanes (Yeah)