D.T.M. ft. BG Peets Lyrics

Drop a bag in Louis, that's just how I'm feelin

Wake up in the morning, blow some trees and count a million

She been tryna hurt my feelings, I ain't got em so I'm chillin

Treat her like a stranger, got her gossipin' and grillin

Don't be tellin' me what happened nigga, that ain't my bitch

I just keep her on the side nigga, she a side bitch

Am I pimpin' automatic, but I make her drive stick, uh

Posted on her three with all them niggas slide quick, uh

Heard you got that wap, heard you got that beastie

Heard you got that crib alone, oh, you got the free skis

Said she wanna ride me, oh, you got that beep beep

She my lil' SB, pass the hoe to G-Ski

Look, I fuck you good, but you can't be my only

You know me, I ain't your nigga, baby, I'm the homie, the brodie

When she want me, she just send emojis, we don't speak

She got a man, but I don't tell, matter of fact, she owe me

Don't you worry about that smell, it's just a zip of OG

And I been out there tryna get it, I won't wait for it

And she ain't fuckin' after dinner, I won't pay for it

I keep it playa every day for it

Drop a bag in Louis, that's just how I'm feelin

Wake up in the morning, blow some trees and count a million

She been tryna hurt my feelings, I ain't got him, so I'm chillin

Treat her like a stranger, got her gossipin' and grillin

Don't be tellin' me what happened, nigga that ain't my bitch

I just keep her on the side, nigga she a side bitch

Am I pimpin' automatic, but I make her drive stick, uh

Posted on her three with all them niggas slide quick, uh

It ain't trickin' if I got it, but just know it ain't yours

And I put some ice on her, cause these hoes don't get cold

And I gotta keep it pimpin', gotta keep it P

Bitch, I'm triple B, I ain't 100, bitch, I keep it three

If you a standup nigga, why your bitch over here on her knees

Cop her Louis V, now she gon' give me anything I need

I'm a dog for life, I'm on a leash, but I'm for the streets

You try and love that treesh, she should be out here trying to get some breesh

Bitch, I got the drop, bitch I got the cheat sheet

Got hoes on the block, uh, I got hoes in Peachtree

She wanna meet the mob, uh, she wanna be BG

I can't love a thot, uh, but the hoes intrigue me,

She know the song, so now she think she know me, that's OD

Wpuld offer love, but know she want a Rollie, she lonely

She tried to tell a nigga I'm the homie, the brodie

But I fucked his last bitch, so the nigga know me

Drop a bag in Louis, that's just how I'm feelin

Wake up in the morning, blow some trees and count a million

She been tryna hurt my feelings, I ain't got em so I'm chillin

Treat her like a stranger, got her gossipin' and grillin

Don't be tellin' me what happened nigga, that ain't my bitch

I just keep her on the side nigga, she a side bitch

Am I pimpin' automatic, but I make her drive stick, uh

Posted on her three with all them niggas slide quick, uh