[Intro]

It’s Lil’ Robbie Nigga

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrrt

[Verse 1]

I swear to God, it goes down in the DM

I swear to God, I bet a lot of niggas BM’s

They boyfriends be lying (it’s a shame)

So I wouldn’t wanna be ‘em

I see his kids will never see ‘em

When he find out who’s been cheatin’ (so)

On my mother, I’m a lea’ him

He better stick to tweetin’

Cause I ain’t lookin’ for no reason (for a reason)

This chopper cook him like he season

You know my old bih check my DM’s (for what?)

She probably thinkin’ I’m a whole fray

I tell her ass calm down

She still my home team (bitch calm down)

She still in my corner

I never ever roll her

These other bitches on my line

They just frequent callers

And I ‘on got no bitch if you don’t see no callers (hello?)

And I ain’t doing shit till I see some dollars (I need cash)

I fucked your bitch in August

I made her scream harder

She called my phone in May

Sorry I’m not the father (not at all)

[Verse 2]

It all started from a DM (from BM)

Now you got a W in your BM (skrrt)

In her BWM she feigning

She pull down my zipper

Then she suck me while I’m speeding (mwah, skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Verse 3]

Swear I’m going hard from the block to the bars (bars)

Niggas hiding shit sending blocks to them boss

I just run it up, book a show fuck it up

See your bitch she fuck with us

Tell your niggas get the fuck

I got niggas in the cut with a 40 body gut

Nigga keep on talking crazy I put 40 in his gut (duh, duh, duh, duh)

I shoot my shot and catch it

Rob a whole you and your slut

Girl you wanna fight or fuck?

You get shot, you fight with us

I never been a pussy

And ain’t never give a fuck

Feds done ask me bout my men

But I ain’t never give him up

And I done fuck some niggas bitches

They ain’t never had ‘em up

And if I send some shots just know

They ain’t never getting up

[Verse 4]

I told my bitch to give it up

But she keep asking bout my DM’s

Niggas clocking for a verse

Like I’m trappin’ in my DM’s

Nigga want a verse for free

Boy get your ass up out my DM’s (wait, what?)

If they log back in and cancel

I’m o’ tax that like a freedom

I’m strap up in my denim, if he dssin’ then we spendin’

Niggas love the Twitter party

So we spend night and mention

Birds be all around the city like a muhfuckin’ pigeon

And my weed super loud like a muhfuckin’ engine

I’m a muhfuckin’ finish what i started in this bitch

Hit the gas, hit the boof and go retarded in this bitch

And I’m smoking all this shit like who farted in this bitch

And her brain super good, get some knowledge in this bitch

When you know I get to beefin’ (wha?)

Mwah, mwah, mwah

That’s the end of the beat

And I don’t got no bitch