[Intro]
It's Lil' Robbie n***a
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***as 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 a** calm down
She still my home team (b**h calm down)
She still in my corner
I never ever roll her
These other b**hes on my line
They just frequent callers
And I ‘on got no b**h if you don't see no callers (hello?)
And I ain't doing sh** till I see some dollars (I need cash)
I f**ed your b**h 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 s** me while I'm speeding (mwah, skrt, skrt, skrt)
[Verse 3]
Swear I'm going hard from the block to the bars (bars)
n***as hiding sh** sending blocks to them boss
I just run it up, book a show f** it up
See your b**h she f** with us
Tell your n***as get the f**
I got n***as in the cut with a 40 body gut
n***a 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 s*ut
Girl you wanna fight or f**?
You get shot, you fight with us
I never been a p**y
And ain't never give a f**
Feds done ask me bout my men
But I ain't never give him up
And I done f** some n***as b**hes
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**h to give it up
But she keep asking bout my DM's
n***as clocking for a verse
Like I'm trappin' in my DM's
n***a want a verse for free
Boy get your a** 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***as love the Twitter party
So we spend night and mention
Birds be all around the city like a muhf**in' pigeon
And my weed super loud like a muhf**in' engine
I'm a muhf**in' finish what i started in this b**h
Hit the gas, hit the boof and go retarded in this b**h
And I'm smoking all this sh** like who farted in this b**h
And her brain super good, get some knowledge in this b**h
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**h