Down In The DM

[Intro]
It’s Lil’ Robbie Nigga
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrrt

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, it goes down in the DM
I swear to God, I bet a lot of niggas BM’s
They boyfriends be lying (it’s a shame)
So I wouldn’t wanna be ‘em
I see his kids will never see ‘em
When he find out who’s been cheatin’ (so)
On my mother, I’m a lea’ him
He better stick to tweetin’
Cause I ain’t lookin’ for no reason (for a reason)
This chopper cook him like he season
You know my old bih check my DM’s (for what?)
She probably thinkin’ I’m a whole fray
I tell her ass calm down
She still my home team (bitch calm down)
She still in my corner
I never ever roll her
These other bitches on my line
They just frequent callers
And I ‘on got no bitch if you don’t see no callers (hello?)
And I ain’t doing shit till I see some dollars (I need cash)
I fucked your bitch in August
I made her scream harder
She called my phone in May
Sorry I’m not the father (not at all)

[Verse 2]
It all started from a DM (from BM)
Now you got a W in your BM (skrrt)
In her BWM she feigning
She pull down my zipper
Then she suck me while I’m speeding (mwah, skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Verse 3]
Swear I’m going hard from the block to the bars (bars)
Niggas hiding shit sending blocks to them boss
I just run it up, book a show fuck it up
See your bitch she fuck with us
Tell your niggas get the fuck
I got niggas in the cut with a 40 body gut
Nigga keep on talking crazy I put 40 in his gut (duh, duh, duh, duh)
I shoot my shot and catch it
Rob a whole you and your slut
Girl you wanna fight or fuck?
You get shot, you fight with us
I never been a pussy
And ain’t never give a fuck
Feds done ask me bout my men
But I ain’t never give him up
And I done fuck some niggas bitches
They ain’t never had ‘em up
And if I send some shots just know
They ain’t never getting up

[Verse 4]
I told my bitch to give it up
But she keep asking bout my DM’s
Niggas clocking for a verse
Like I’m trappin’ in my DM’s
Nigga want a verse for free
Boy get your ass up out my DM’s (wait, what?)
If they log back in and cancel
I’m o’ tax that like a freedom
I’m strap up in my denim, if he dssin’ then we spendin’
Niggas love the Twitter party
So we spend night and mention
Birds be all around the city like a muhfuckin’ pigeon
And my weed super loud like a muhfuckin’ engine
I’m a muhfuckin’ finish what i started in this bitch
Hit the gas, hit the boof and go retarded in this bitch
And I’m smoking all this shit like who farted in this bitch
And her brain super good, get some knowledge in this bitch
When you know I get to beefin’ (wha?)
Mwah, mwah, mwah
That’s the end of the beat
And I don’t got no bitch