
DTB ft. 00rich Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
D.T.B
Oh, D.T.B
Uh, yeah, uh
Don't trust that bitch, I'm D.T.B
Damn, uh, yeah
Don't trust that, damn
Don't trust that bitch
Fuck, nigga, I'm about to go off on this shit
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Don't trust that bitch, I'm D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
That nigga claim he run the streets
I heard he got his ass beat
We catch his ass outside that store
Nigga, we might up that smoke
It's not my fault your bitch want me
Niggas, she a fucking treesh
Niggas, she a fucking treesh
Yeah, that bitch, she for the streets
That nigga say he wanna beef
He a chicken, he won't meet
Me outside that party
Throw the dukes like my name UNC
And bitch, I really wolf up on you niggas
My state know what it be
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Run through your chop, you gon' cut through the middle
Can't shame on my block, bitch, I'm just killin
I get high, get a stick and then curse
You don't pay more to fit it on the clown in your server
Tell the scouts to stay down, gotta move with a purpose
One thing for some niggas, two things for certain
That way they got niggas when you workin
I got a drop, nigga, stay right on mortar
If I should be gotten, she makin' me nervous
I'm on the block with my dick in the surface
You don't get too close, I might up it for certain
D. nigga pro, D. nigga earned
Step over here in the Jean, bro and I don't eat it
Fuck a nigga, Clayton put a hole in his Fiat
threaded for 30, look where I came at
I'm tryna take the little boy off the leavin
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust no bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust that bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust that bitch, we D.T.B
Fuck that nigga, he ain't me
Don't trust that bitch, we D.T.B
Nigga, okay, okay
Got hit with a hot one, callin' a man down
Yeah that nigga, gon' need some help
And all of my shooters, they gone for 30
We add upthe bodies, they callin' him Steph
I mix my bitches, got hoes black and white
Like I'm a fuckin' ref
And if a nigga claim that he a opp
We hit him with a tec
Dirty Sprite, that's my motherfuckin' soda
I like all my bitches a lil older
I'm breakin' her back like we doin' that yoga
This shit ain't gon' never be over
Star player on the motherfuckin' team
Yeah, all of my niggas make green
If you play, he get hit with this beam
Leave a nigga bald, Mr. Clean, bitch
Yeah, G.W.T. shit, bitch
You already know who the fuck it is
Don't trust no bitch, don't trust no nigga
And I tell that bitch, fuck that nigga
Cause he ain't me
Yeah