D.M.B. Lyrics

I'ma sit back and relax as I count out my stacks and no cap in my rap

Ima speak the truth I don't mean to be rude, but how she love you when she fuckin me too

Because that bitch is a liar, pull up on a pussy nigga make her retire

Pull up on a nigga, stab him like Michael Myers

We leavin' this scene and we leave no survivors, life uninspired

She throw my Supreme, she cute but she mean

The things that I say put me in her dreams

She said she wanna take a pic for the gram

She love my music, she my biggest fan

She said she a fan. Pull up on a pussy nigga, pencil go bland

Put in blunt on this shit, make it red or smoke hand

You know that fucker is rich, she gon' clap with no hands

TRF we a fam. I just be makin' this music for shits and the giggles

Lyrics complex, they think that it's riddles

My pockets got fat, well your pockets stay little

If she on her knees, then I'll buy her Van Hickle

She calls me a nickel. That boy talkin' shit, now he throwin' flamenco

As soon as I whip her, my hair, my chopper, my pistol

Boo boo boo boo! Where your head go

I'm makin' money, I never stop it. She touch my dick when I say like a bop it

Ooh, I like it, I want it, I cop it. I can't give a shit bout a bitch, I got options

Like nigga, I'm sippin' that lean, okay, okay

Put my dick in the month, it gets clean, okay

Bitch, I'm leavin' bodies at the scene, okay

Bigger robber like it's a casino, okay

Bitch, we snortin' his asses like pure cocaine

Fuck it, niggas shouldn't look both ways

Fuck it, I'ma just nut on her face

Fuck it, she's an old lady, my dreams

That bitch like a maze

Fuck it, askin' your bitch how my dick fuckin' taste

The bag of merch, take from the board, post-comma. If that bitch no chief, then then fuck her no momma

Okay, really thot, I'm gon' kill like Obama

I'ma score a split on my dick like a llama

She callin' me daddy, but I ain't no father