D Wade Lyrics

Mm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Everybody always run they mouth, but they don't even know me

Bout my cheese, I get the bread, I stay on top like pepperoni

If my dog he got a lick, you know I ride just like a pony

Stupid bitch, you copy everything I do, man, you a phony

Talkin' bout he set me up, I set you up, you ain't gon' want it

Used to be a bro, but now I can't even claim you like a homie

Why you actin' like you famous? Bro, these clips seem like you homeless

I been tryna settle differences, but now I don't even want it

You the new kid on the block, lil' bitch, stop actin' like you own it

I just bought me a new Glock, I feel like Pop, cause I'm a smoke it

Anytime you talk about the kid, man, it's okay

Your videos don't get no view, so say what you gon' say

You barely even in the game, but, bitch, I'm tryna play

They don't think I'ma do it, but I'll shoot it like I'm Klay

Why that white boy always talkin' shit? that boy, he must be dumb

Why that white boy always rappin' bout some shit he never done?

Pussy bitch, come try your luck, I'll beat your block up with this drum

All these choppers got a dick, lil' bitch, you got a water gun

I told bro, just let me try this shit, lil' bro, just one more time

If I pull them choppers out, you know them bullets gon' be flyin

If I pull them choppers out, you know his mama gon' be cryin

I be lit up in this bitch, and I'm chillin' by myself

Got tequila in this bitch, let me take it off the shelf

I spin good when I feel good, you know I blow it like a reff

From the hood, it's understood, that white boy takin' off this belt

I been runnin' up the bucks, I swear to God, I don't need help

I been feelin' like I'm Giannis, but I shoot it like I'm Steph

Know my dawgs and they don't play no games, they really gonna step

If I grab it, I'ma clutch it, one hand just like I'm Odell

Never lackin', I'ma prove it, wet your block up with them shells

Paper stackin', I go stupid, don't got time to play no game

I will hit you with this heat, lil' bitch, not talkin' bout D-Wade

All my shooters really creep, they in the cut just like a fade

I don't fuck with none of these bitches, no, you cannot call me bae

I be playin' with them switches, I ain't talkin' bout a game

I'm just tryna get some riches, buy my mama everything