Down In The DM (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch don’t come up in my DM, asking me no questions
I don’t know your baby daddy, pus*y ho, no we not f*ckin’
Give two f*cks about your family, don’t come at me as a woman
See I’m real disrespectful, I’ma laugh ‘cause b*tch you funny
You know that he be sliding so that stupid b*tch you wylin’
Don’t ask me for no favors, cut him off when I get tired
You be blowing up his phone when he be tryna give me dome
Can’t blame him for your problems, can’t f*ck up no happy home
He f*cking with you for the baby b*tch, that ain’t really my business
Gave away my watches, ain’t got time to catch no feelings
Got to play sh*t how it go, and I can tell you kind of slow
b*tch I ain’t tryna take your spot, won’t catch me beefin’ ‘bout no ho
Don’t care ‘bout no pillow talking or none of your stupid friends
But I thought you b*tches knew, can’t keep no n*gga with no kid
Let me guess, you heard about me, can tell you what they said
I’m just gon' have several seats on your baby daddy’s head
See I thought that sh*t was funny, maybe that sh*t was rude
But b*tch you all up in my DM like you got some sh*t to prove
Moral of the story I don’t owe nobody sh*t
So don’t come up in my DM asking ‘bout your b*tch
Go ask your baby daddy, tell your friend that he denied me
And go cry yourself to sleep ‘cause stupid b*tch you know he lying
It go down in the DM
That breaking news if they see them
But naw, I can’t do no talking
Cause n*ggas snitching way too often
f*ck n*gga