d.f.w.m. Lyrics

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Don't fuck with me

Yeah

Yeah (Hello?)

Hm, hm, hm

Momma talking 'bout return on investment

Mom, I love you and I know you mean well

But I can't make it off of second-guessing

I can't back down, I can't quit, I can't sell

I think this music shit a gift from heaven, pray that I never make it down to hell

Pray that I never get locked in a cell

Hm, hm, hm

Taco Tuesday, he want beef, he got shells

Promise that shit isn't good for your health

Gossamer dropped in a Houston hotel

Who did that shit? It was Should and myself

Niggas really tryna fuck with my wealth

Imma let the sample speak for itself

Playing with me, better play with yourself

(What? What? What? Play with yourself)

(Playing with me, better… huh?)

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, hey

(You wanna be like me)

You wanna be like me?

You wanna live this life?

They tryna meatride me like I'm not the reason you picked up a mic

Now you say you up next, lil nigga, pipe down

We all know it's my time now

Either I make it with you or I make it without

But one thing we not finna do is keep names in our mouths

We don't do dissing for clout

We don't do running our mouths

You niggas kissing and telling, the fuck is that 'bout?

Please get the fuck from around

Making up rumors and spreading them 'round,

put on some gloves, we can go a few rounds

Or my lil' brother gon' load up some rounds

Either which way, niggas, you going down

Either which way, you gon' drown for riding the wave

I got some dogs in the pound

But if I wan' put a bitch down, then I call up Jake

He finna (frrt) at your face

He'll put you in the ground and show up at your funeral repast, eating your cake

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Please, for the love of God, don't do it, that there's a stupid decision

(hm, hm, hm)

Hating just to hate but you eating off my plate, Nigga, how is you living?

Been thinking bout putting bullet to brain

Been thinking bout how my wrists used to bleed

Been thinking bout tryna relapse on lean

Imma try and get the help that i need

But if for some reason, I don't succeed

I don't want you to shed tears or to grieve

Raise a glass and play my songs and get tee'd

Celebrate my life and run up my streams

Make sure someone help my mom and my brother

Hopefully they both live longer than me

Don't know how many smiles I got left in me