Cyrax - DBSB (ft. Cyrax!) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: $ilkMoney] f**ing yo b**h in Alaska, that p**y cold as hell She s**ing my dick in the cla**room, p**y be show and tell Return where you copped that strap from, your pistol old and Frail You broke p**y n***a, then mask up Go get some dough, you scared [Verse 2: Cyrax!] (Okay) got guap on the way Lil shawty talk, she all play (Okay) designer my waist .40 spray shots in your face (Okay) your b**h ain't my taste You n***as plot, you too fake Aye my old b**h got replaced Just want that top and my space, okay [Verse 3: $ilkMoney] You poonany, peon, lih ba*tard, betta get yo cash up I don't need yo p**y, nor yo tushy Rather roll this pack up I die, I respawn where I just was I placed a tac, brah Three straps in the back One on my sack, don't need no backup [Verse 4: Cyrax!] (Ayy) Flex up lil n***a, I'm countin' dough with my crew (okay) Pull up right on you, watch my DirtBags we gon' shoot (okay) I just might show out she wanna ride in my coupe (okay) Pull up on yo' block, I got the top off no roof (okay) [Hook: $ilkMoney and Cyrax!] I don't f** with b**h a** n***as, I just go f** they b**hes I don't f** with keeping cool, you see an op, leave him missin' n***as snitchin', sh**'s ridiculous, tryna get sh** acquitted Stick to the mission, mind ya business, Do Better Stop b**hin' [x2]