WillThaRapper - Down In The DM lyrics

[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