DTB ft. 00rich 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