DM lyrics

[Chorus]
Get out my DM with all of that broke sh*t
Y'all just broke, and that’s facts before I spoke it
I just cashed out, went back, got more sh*t
Go get the bag while you slacking, I focus
You want a feature but that is too bad
I'm f*cking your b*tch and she calling me Dad
Do the dash on the ops, the drugs moving fast
Ain't talking on beats unless I’m getting bags

[Verse]
I'm getting p*ssed off the percs, I might lose it
I'm off the meds, you can see how I'm moving
b*tch off the Henny, she acting real stupid
Can't get like me, I ain't no regular human
I go too hard, don't need no features
Stealing my sauce, yeah I know I'm the teacher
I’m in the field, I see you in the bleachers
It really ain’t sh*t, get a new b*tch, then leave her
Yeah, I want your b*tch, I know she an eater
Can see in her eyes, that little b*tch a teamer
I know that b*tch, and to you she a cheater
She gon' come over, we all finna be there
I love that b*tch, she be sucking me dry
Broke boy in my DM, I ain’t gon' reply
It really ain't sh*t to hop out with them 5s
Send me the addy, my bros gon' slide
Hit that b*tch, pass to my bro, then I’m leaving
Took the little b*tch, but it's just for the weekend
Ain't got no heart, deep down no feelings
We got the racks, stack 'em up to the ceiling
Everything I say, that b*tch on beat
Bills 10,000, that b*tch on me
This sh*t too easy, like ABC
Broke boy in my DMs, tryna get sh*t for free
Huh, yeah, little b*tch, you thought
Racks in my Robins, you see how I walk
Huh, yeah, shh, I keep quiet, get bags to talk
Huh, yeah, love pouring that drop
You sipping on 'Tussin, I'm sipping on Wock
Huh, yeah, I run this sh*t b*tch, f*ck you thought?
Gimme some time, this sh*t go viral
Boy 'round town, I'm everybody's idol
Guess that means I'm everybody's rival
I'm #1, b*tch, hell yeah, that's final, uh, yeah
Stacking up millions on millions
You ain't like me, I ain't no regular civilian, huh
I'ma turn a million to a billion
Stuck five hoes, little b*tch I've got a trillion