DARKO Lyrics

I'll throw hands dirty like your first baby mama

And your new bitch is tryna call my baby her daughter

Fuck around with me is kerosene with a lighter

A bitch too smokey, I'm a fucking fire starter

Understand my drip is a conversation starter

Wouldn't compromise for any nigga, wouldn't even barter

Down in dirt, embodied postpartum

Had to avoid a bottle

Cause a baby won't get you coddled

A couple lines get you caught up

In a hairy situation you ain't ever even thought of

40 acres been been bought up

Ain't get a mule or an ass, but the pigs on my ass

Ate rice and cabbage, ain't do shit for my ass

Guess I need to go wade in that water

Ain't been troubled

But the trouble followed me when I got up

More money ain't make me smarter

Was looking for niggas to suck my toes

'Till I found out the prices on summer homes

And I figured a nigga would come with those

Six figures as tight as his body though

Type of nigga smoke you out to comatose

And he won't let the neighbors know

If we covet them, then we can buy 'em out

Future is hella bright

Fuck the past talm bout

Left out

Couple lil niggas tryna step out

Same lil niggas need to pipe down

I'm the bitch niggas tryna pipe down

I'm the nigga bitches tryna wife now

Not Ms.Right or Ms.Right Now

You lucky if you even get a text read

I don't pay attention if it's not 'bout bread

More money, More Hoes

More money, More problems

But I keep it 99 plus 1

If I had a 9 by my side

3.5 in the blunt

Could I barter with the cat for my tongue

If I had a nigga with cash

Who's side bitch had ass

Could I really call these bitches my sons

More like a foster mom

Collecting checks under false assumps

'Till they ate me out of house and home

LND, ENT

Call a nigga EMT, he fucked with me

KV on that CPT, still fucking green

Tryna see that CVV, the fuck you mean

I am not DTF, I'm FTD

Casket shiny like a Tele screen

Soul so pure, it's on that tonic clean

Came so fast, he on that sonic beam

Cash rule 'thing around me

Cremé freîché, brand new green Money make a nigga do things

Oh the things a nigga might do

Gone head against the whole crew

Chop down a momma or two

Just to see Benny in Blue

Harriet in that green too

More money, More Hoes

More money, More problems

But I keep it 99 plus 1

If I had a 9 by my side

3.5 in the blunt

Could I barter with the cat for my tongue

If I had a nigga with cash

Who's side bitch had ass

Could I really call these bitches my sons

More like a foster mom

Collecting checks under false assumps

'Till they ate me out of house and home

More money, More Hoes

More money, More problems

But I keep it 99 plus 1

If I had a 9 by my side

3.5 in the blunt

Could I barter with the cat for my tongue

If I had a nigga with cash

Who's side bitch had ass

Could I really call these bitches my sons

More like a foster mom

Collecting checks under false assumps

'Till they ate me out of house and home