DYFWM Lyrics

Do you fuck with me, baby

Probably not

Make me think I need a lot

I'm just cooling with my thots

How many opps hate on you?

I got a lot

I'm responding to your bots

Make that nigga give me top

I don't gotta argue with you

I can get you shot

I got these bitches hot

because I pop my shit a lot

Big cuz will pop you

bitch just stop

Fuck yo fam

My fam on hots

Oh hot damn

got damn I'm off the wock

bitch you finna get blocked

Pretty and honest

I left him astonished

He made me a promise

To keep spending commas

He hate I don't fuck with him

Guess that it fucked up his conscious

She went up against me, I left her unconscious

He got options, but he still gon' choose me, regardless

Marvelous, camera guy saying I'm flawless

Gorgeous, I'm spending bum bitches mortgage

Mothered these hoes, when I die, it's a orphanage

Do you fuck with me, baby

Probably not

Make me think I need a lot

I'm just cooling with my thots

How many opps hate on you?

I got a lot

I'm responding to your bots

Make that nigga give me top

I don't gotta argue with you

I can get you shot

I got these bitches hot

because I pop my shit a lot

Do you fuck with me, baby

Probably not

Make me think I need a lot

I'm just cooling with my thots

How many opps hate on you?

I got a lot

I'm responding to your bots

Make that nigga give me top

I don't gotta argue with you

I can get you shot

I don't gotta argue with you

I can get you shot