DLIMF Lyrics

Did u rlly ever think tht igaf

Hop out the sprinter

Den hop in the tented truck

You put down ya blick nigga

Yous a damn punk

I like bad bitches

Who got clean monk

Blitz em blitz em blitz em

Im finna steam punk

Switch em switch em switch em

Tearing yo spline up

Head

Eye

Leg

Arm

N a femur

Dog ass nigga

Never a lemur

Drank make a nigga fat

Need to clean up

I'm in the studio smoking biscotti

If he diss the gang

Imma pass em the body

If we want ya brain

Ain't no talking about it

You don't step the same

Not walking about it

Last I heard

He was talking about it

Hit the curb

Need a whole new whip

She ain't tryna fuck

Girl u can dip

I went grocery shopping

Wit a zip

Hit everything

Tear his upper lip

Rap cap

He don't empty no clips

Rap snacks

I jus fuck her n dip

I don't got no time

Yea Wait no turn the tune on

Uhhhuh

I smoke so much gas

It make my lungs go decay

I like the choppa

G19 huh

N them arp's

Deez niggas always talkin bout sliding

But ain't got no k's

Why tf u say u ride for a nigga

Don't lie my face

Words hurt the most

Take dem shots

Bullets let em rain

Feel like veezeworst

I go Robert dinero for dat pape

I do good wit pain

Man ts fuk up my brain

It's been a lot times the young niggas

Thought I was insane

I go hard for dis money n the cash fuck the

Fame

It's jus me n lib

Smoke biscotti

We at da game

Told me u would hold it down for a nigga

But u can't

So I fuk deez bitches kick em out the door

N up my rank

Said u smellin good gas in the air

But my shi stank

Plug capped out

talm bout he got flavors mane

U be smokin grabba wood

Dirty nigga

Fix your face

I could understand if u wasn't talkin tough

But thts not the case

money make a nigga lift up

Dollars on ya head

Blick doin sit ups

Everything is red

I got the hiccups

Yea

Bitch shut it down this stick up

Niggas tryna ride the wave

Tell em dick up

And yo man jus hit

100 bands need quick

Rubber man thts it

I got pounds of ts

Hundred of round inna bih

And I just buss wit the tits

U think its up

We Get em lit

Same flow inna bih

Up the score inna bih

Smoke my dope inna bih

My brudda he pop out da cut wit switch

I smoke so much gas

It make my lungs go decay

I like the choppa

G19 huh

N them arp's

Deez niggas always talkin bout sliding

But ain't got no k's

Why tf u say u ride for a nigga

Don't lie my face

Words hurt the most

Take dem shots

Bullets let em rain

Feel like veezeworst

I go Robert dinero for dat pape

I do good wit pain

Man ts fuk up my brain

It's been a lot times the young niggas

thought I was insane

I go hard for dis money n the cash fuck the

Fame

It's jus me n lib

Smoke biscotti

We at da game

Told me u would hold it down for a nigga

But u can't

So I fuk deez bitches kick em out the door

N up my rank