[Intro]
It’s Lil’ Robbie n*gga
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrrt
[Verse 1]
I swear to God, it goes down in the DM
I swear to God, I bet a lot of n*ggas 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 (b*tch calm down)
She still in my corner
I never ever roll her
These other b*tches on my line
They just frequent callers
And I ‘on got no b*tch if you don’t see no callers (hello?)
And I ain’t doing sh*t till I see some dollars (I need cash)
I f*cked your b*tch 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)
n*ggas hiding sh*t sending blocks to them boss
I just run it up, book a show f*ck it up
See your b*tch she f*ck with us
Tell your n*ggas get the f*ck
I got n*ggas in the cut with a 40 body gut
n*gga 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 sl*t
Girl you wanna fight or f*ck?
You get shot, you fight with us
I never been a pus*y
And ain’t never give a f*ck
Feds done ask me bout my men
But I ain’t never give him up
And I done f*ck some n*ggas b*tches
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 b*tch to give it up
But she keep asking bout my DM’s
n*ggas clocking for a verse
Like I’m trappin’ in my DM’s
n*gga 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’
n*ggas love the Twitter party
So we spend night and mention
Birds be all around the city like a muhf*ckin’ pigeon
And my weed super loud like a muhf*ckin’ engine
I’m a muhf*ckin’ finish what i started in this b*tch
Hit the gas, hit the boof and go retarded in this b*tch
And I’m smoking all this sh*t like who farted in this b*tch
And her brain super good, get some knowledge in this b*tch
When you know I get to beefin’ (wha?)
Mwah, mwah, mwah
That’s the end of the beat
And I don’t got no b*tch