D.W.M

Heard 'em sayin' this and that, like nigga do not watch me (Bap) (Bap, bap) We ever get pulled over on that drill, just stay calm please (Bap, bap, bap) Look Heard 'em sayin' this and that, like nigga do not watch me Kicked up in the bando bussin' wops to the zombies Needles everywhere, little blood spilled on that concrete We ever get pulled over on that drill, just stay calm please We're onto them Niggas sendin' bitches to come line me like what's wrong with them? Broski got the thing up on the back it's like a Tommy gun Threw away the 30 and he went and bought a 50 drum I keep it 100 but they lie and that's big facts Crying over bitches but don't slide, where they do that at? Told this bitch she's fuckin' up my high, I don't wanna chat She call me back, I turned off my phone I might go and drill, it's dark as fuck Pain all in my heart don't know how to feel Right or wrong you know that I'm gon' step, so don't tell me chill I'm big high I don't need a perc, I don't need a pill She said she wanna ride, she said that she's the one Told me that she's real I said "I'm on my grind, you're just in my way You can't help me heal" I was at my crib, I was just kicked up, heard that he got killed She was mad at me but she still linked up 'cause she love me still A couple bands on me but I'm still blicked up, bitch I keep the steel Heard 'em sayin' this and that, like nigga do not watch me Kicked up in the bando bussin' wops to the zombies Needles everywhere, little blood spilled on that concrete We ever get pulled over on that drill just stay calm please We're onto them Niggas sendin' bitches to come line me like what's wrong with them? Broski got the thing up on the back it's like a Tommy gun Threw away the 30 and he went and bought a 50 drum I just play my role, making noise, put on for the team Fuck that flashy shit, that's too hot, go take off that beam It's a sexy bitch, came all black but the sights is green I just put it in her got her wet but I make her cream Look, had 'em runnin' like it's gym class My homie he —, he a shooter he said fuck math Opps is in the party there's no duckin' 'cause we're bound to clash Bet I rope a freak after the chaos I was bound to smash I duck to the whip, we pull off, she think I'm Superman Told her yeah she cool, this and that but I'm not her man Told him yeah we cool, this and that but I'm not your fam No he's not a bod bwoy, it's a act, it's for the Instagram Heard 'em sayin' this and that, like nigga do not watch me Kicked up in the bando bussin' wops to the zombies Needles everywhere, little blood spilled on that concrete We ever get pulled over on that drill just stay calm please We're onto them Niggas sendin' bitches to come line me like what's wrong with them? Broski got the thing up on the back it's like a Tommy gun Threw away the 30 and he went and bought a 50 drum