DFMB! Lyrics

My bitch!

Yeah, she gone ride about a young nigga, yeah

My bitch, she gone die about a nigga

My bitch, yeah, she gone die behind that trigger, bleh!

My bitch, yeah, she gone die about a young nigga, aye, bleh

Aye, aye, huh

Quit playing fake, huh

Yeah, bitch, you fake huh, think this shit is a game?

Wanna reach for my spliff 'lil buddy, 'lil bitch, oh, you just can't, huh

Got glocks, they hot as the Summrs (She can't), they'll catch you, they'll leave you faint (She can't!)

Can't, can't stop falling in love

Chase, chase-

Chase, chase, yeah, we can't stop chasin' them funds

New switch, switch, switch, my bitch, she keep the guns

Click, click, clip, clip

My bitch do hair, she'll get you done (And, she-)

And, she like a mail man, send delivery shots up to your house

I'm like Chief Keef, got racks stuffed underneath my couch

And, if 12 come, tell her stuff that weed underneath her blouse

And, these hoes always "worried about my health"

Like "pussy bitch," just shut your mouth, huh

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Aww, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

And, she'll free your soul, put you in that carriage, huh

Me and my bitch, just like a spliff, and a gram of weed, got natural marriage, huh

Come face me like a blunt, I D.A.R.E you to

She'll pass you it but, lace it, like hockey puck

You can draft me or trade me for a dollar bill, won't change for a buck

I'll crashout once and won't get enough

Lets play "Glock Glock Goose," you better duck, huh

I smoke back to back, pack to pack, don't give no fuck, huh

And my bitch a Nut Job, so I guess she really suck, huh

I got black and white changing on my body like Uncle Ruckus

Web her like (My-) Ochoa

Bitch!

Yeah, she gone ride about a young nigga, hm

My bitch, she gone die about a nigga, huh

My bitch, yeah, she gone die behind that trigger, bleh!

And my bitch, she finally free-

Show them damn feathers, bitch!

(My bitch, huh!)