DYLMN Lyrics

Tell me, okay

If I made all the money in the world, no, I still couldn't buy your heart

But I could buy a brand new Vette with two seats and push the start

She a bad bitch, yeah, she know it

So I'ma fuck around, fuck her good and make her show it

I ain't worried about nobody, cause I spit just like a poet

Tell me, do you love me? Do you love me not

Fuck around, slide in with the gang and clear the spot

They talk crazy, now they dippin', how you runnin' with a child

Yeah, yeah, roll the opps in the blunt

I don't go in drips, bitch, I'm goin' on a hunt

Bitch, I'm goin' for the kill

I could tie you up and leave you leakin', how'd that feel

You comin' with a knife, bitch, I'm grippin' on a steel

Runnin' in this crib, shut him up with no appeal

Fuck him up so bad, leave his ass leakin

If anybody saw you, they would probably end up geekin

Bitch, why you tweakin'

Bitch, why you tweakin'

Said he ain't gon' run

I ain't really with the

I ain't really with the playin

Runnin' down the street, no, you not gon' hear a sound

We had carters that's outside, cause he was tryna sell a pound

Nah, he don't even got a pound

Bitch was tryna sell like two ounces

When I got him, he ain't never bounce back

His mates came to the crib, guess he was thinkin' it was dang

When we pulled up in the VU, would've thought he ran track

The way he speedin' down the street, no, he ain't never comin' back

So now it's fuck all of the opps, I'm tryna find out where you at

We puttin' one, two, three, six opps up in the pack

I ain't takin' disrespect

If we ever catch you talkin' shit, we puttin' bullets through your neck

I know you probably thought this shit was sweet

We gon' run up, we gon' creep

And we probably leavin' blood on your tech

Blood on my hand

Blood on my hand

And your pussy ass ran

He ain't really wanna spark it, so we left him with a ten

Left him with a

Left him with a ten

Left him with a ten

With this blood on my hand

If I made all the money in the world, no, I still couldn't buy your heart

But I could buy a brand new Vette with two seats and push to start

She a bad bitch, yeah, she know it

So I'ma fuck around, fuck her good and make her show it

I ain't worried about nobody, cause I spit just like a poet

Tell me, do you love me? Do you love me not