f*ck the D to the A lyrics

[Verse 1: JT]
First off, f*ck a hater and her friend too (f*ck 'em)
You b*tches dried up, yo' n*gga drunk off this pus*y juice (Ow)
I be ridin' fly, dodgin' cops with no f*ckin' roof (Yep)
Not about a check, you can skate like New-New
I was in the feds laid back like it's a castle (Chillin')
If I gotta do a bid, no kids, no hassle
My n*ggas graduated off the block, no tassle
I'm a first pick, stupid b*tch, this ain't no f*ckin' raffle

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
One hundred bums, two hundred haters (Bums)
Weak b*tches lookin' up, b*tch, I'm stackin' paper
Get fly, post a pic, now that's retaliation
But if a b*tch touch me, it's a different situation
Yeah, it's Yung Miami, ho
b*tches don't like my flow, but I'm pretty though
Not just on Snapchat, a real pretty ho
You n*ggas upload, my n*ggas really down to go

[Verse 3: JT]
From the beans to CC, put respect on it (Check that)
That's that Miami sh*t, they'll put a tech on it (Mhm)
Catch a PB, they'll snatch it off your neck, homie (Gimme that)
Put the guns up, bet you still don't wanna wreck, homie (Nah)
Pick yo' face up, do you need a face lift?
I'm a pretty b*tch, still give you this .30 clip
Thinkin' with ya di*k, my n*ggas thinkin' with them sticks
Ridin' all day on the molly, yeah, they with the sh*ts
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
f*ck the D to the A, b*tch, I'm from the yee
Where n*ggas leave off to college, come back with a case
No Lil' Tay-K but you know they did the race
Got out that sh*t and did the same motherf*ckin' thang
Goddamn, I'm that b*tch
You postin' 'bout me but won' post 'bout yo' kids (Sad)
That n*gga gon' f*ck you, hop right in your Benz
Go pick up another b*tch to ride in yo' sh*t, lil' b*tch (Ha)

[Verse 4: JT]
Tell me, what you b*tches mad for? (What's wrong?)
Me and Miami one up, you can pick the score
Loud mouth, dry pockets, but that pus*y sore (Ouch)
He wife me, he in and out you, you a corner store
Talkin' 'bout you beefin' with JT
No, you not, b*tch, you only know me from IG
You's a bum ass ho, with some cheap ass weaves
Stealin' another b*tch swag, you's a motherf*ckin' thief
You a joke
b*tch, you know you motherf*ckin' po' but want smoke
Come here, ho, you know I got it for the low (Ha)

[Bridge: JT]
I'ma give you hoes a discount
Get they ass, Miami
[Verse 5: Yung Miami]
I'm the youngest b*tch doin' it, check my photos out
Bum b*tches talkin' sh*t just to get some clout
I'ma chill on IG and when I log out
Don't try to keep up and do this sh*t, you'll fall out
Mhm, I'm really with the sh*ts
I'm the baddest b*tch, hangin' with them savages (Ow)
I set a n*gga up, a real sneaky b*tch
Just to get a couple mills, and see them diamonds glists

[Verse 6: JT]
I got some n*ggas in the back, and you know they with it
I got some n*ggas in the front, and you know they get it
But I'm in court, right hand like, "No, they didn't" (They ain't do that)
You try me, b*tch, that'll be the wrong decision
He got his hoodie on, so you know this pus*y drippin' (Ow)
I like wild n*ggas, momma said the wrong decision
I crank cards but my n*ggas get it out the kitchen
I was never that lil' baby that was f*ckin' listenin'
What's my body count? n*gga, mind yo' f*ckin' business
What's my body count? n*gga, what's yo' bank digits?

[Outro: JT]
What's yo' bank digits?