BM lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, this for the lame ass n*ggas in my DMs
I f*cked his BM (Hahaha)
Okay
Take care of your kids, she told me to tell you
Ooh, ayy

[Chorus]
DM, boy you in my DM (Shh)
Stay in my DM with this sh*t
This sh*t MD, uh
n*gga mad 'cause I f*cked his BM (f*ck on your baby momma)
BM, ooh, f*cked his BM
Ooh, ooh

[Verse]
I f*ck on baby momma (I f*ck on her)
Get you some money, take care of your toddler (Get you some money)
She's a broke ass b*tch, can't pay for her Prada (Broke ass)
I stop at her crib when I feel like gettin' swallowed (Stop at her crib)
Don't DM me 'cause I'll f*ck on your ho (Don't DM me)
I beat up her back then slip out the door (Beat up)
She must be retarded, your baby look slow
You look like you starvin', you look like you poor (Poor)
I ain't know she belonged to you (I didn't)
But you ain't go money, she don't know what to do (Don't know what)
Still with my brothers, she f*ckin' them too (f*ckin' my brothers)
Go pay for some shots, your baby got flu (She nasty)
I was a real n*gga, ain't bought her some shoes (Nope)
He don't go to school, don't know red from blue (Yeah)
When the last time that you bought somethin' new? (When the last time?)
You ain't no blood, stop saying Piru (Stop sayin' it)
b*tch, stay out my DM (Stay out)
Yeah, I f*ck on your BM (I f*ck on her)
Put di*k in her mouth, I ain't nothin' like him
I got your ho thick and she used to be slim
I don't want that ho, lil' boy, you can get back (Yeah)
Need to go buy your baby some Similac (But why?)
But wait, come back one more time (One more time)
'Cause I wanna f*ck, one more time (Yeah, one more)
She like a baby, she always be whinin'
I play a b*tch, I always be lyin'
b*tch ass n*gga in my direct messages (b*tch ass)
I don't really love her, I just give her pressure (I f*ck)
n*gga, pipe down and stop bein' reckless
You know it get wild, them youngins from Texas (From Texas)
[Chorus]
DM, boy you in my DM (Shh)
Stay in my DM with this sh*t
This sh*t MD, uh
n*gga mad 'cause I f*cked his BM (Gang sh*t)
BM, ooh, I f*cked his BM (f*ck your baby momma)

[Outro]
Yeah, haha
We came, uh
'Bout no pampers, none of that sh*t, n*gga
Ha, and you still in the studio tryna spit that lyrical sh*t
That sh*t not goin', n*gga, haha
Nobody wanna hear that sh*t
f*ck around, f*ck a beat
But the beat by Jeff, n*gga
Yeah-aha
n*gga, it's Splurge on the beat, n*gga
f*ck you
b*tches say f*ck me
Yeah, gang
Haha