What's the DM

Ooh, whoa, ooh, yeah, mm, like, I'm still running home mm, mm, mm, oh, mm, mm, I'm still running home , mmm, fuck, mm, mm

mm, mm, mm, mm, yeah, who's there

I be on the radar ,I'm checking where you at

We rolling we some stoners,

I be thinkin' bout you, call me, I'm comin' over

You say that lame **** name and I think it ring a bell

You got me searchin' through the night, it's just me you & I

I just tripled up so I'm sittin' back focused on you

I be in your face and I'm tryna see what you gon' do, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, yeah, yeah

I ain't do it large, but it's casamigos for me & you , yeah, ooh, whoa, ooh, ooh, ayy

Thirsty ain't the word, but I'm nothin' like what you used to

I been creepin' at night, cause the gang hurst thru the morning

I got people that step crazy bout me, De la Hoya, yeah, we got love for the Glocks, and they got them lasers on em, 30 sticks

Everything, and them bitches raided' on us , yeah

You never seen a young **** so money hungry that he clippin Anything come his way, he waitin' on it, yeah

Can I be honest? Yeah, Draco got me thinkin' that

I cant love nobody, and I just can't take it, yeah

Mm, yeah, what's the dm ? , open yo phone

And, baby, show me what's the dm

Got a gang for the mob, the whole gang wanna see you

Got some rumps for the broads, and just the guys wanna beat him, yeah

Throw it up and throw it down and get it over

I ain't mean sneakin' over, plus, I got head on the sofa, yeah

I'm hoppin' out, I'm gettin' right, just to see you

Yeah, I'm grinding ' like a motherfucker

I can't lie, yeah, I'm shinin' like a motherfucker

You wanna be my bitch, that line is longer than a motherfucker

Two thousand on kicks, I'm just buyin' and gettin' over with

We ain't gotta talk, we just showin' just what this paper hit ,

I'm ready for whatever your lor stash cang take a hit

Spent it all on her and took it home just to break a bitch, uh-huh

Chubby pockets, but I'm uno, uno

We might see ah opp , who knows ?

On they block, yeah, we spinnin' back-to-back, stolo

I can't even lie, yeah, I'm sittin' back, I miss, Draco

Why the fuck you poppin low, low

Now you got me in my feelings bout it.

I can't lie, yeah, you know we gotta step on some

Step on some, yeah

I'ma fall back and count racks on everybody

And I swear to God that this shit, it feel like a Illuminati

But I swear that this not a illuminati, uh-huh, uh-huh

I might got three bodies

And the bros call and we talk, we on the three-way

I just talk to Ty, Blue, and talk to DJ

FREE YB , uh-huh, all my bros, yeah they love me , they slimed out

Never put no one above me

Mm, yeah, what's the dm ? , open yo phone

And, baby, show me what's the dm

Got a gang for the mob, the whole gang wanna see you

Got some rumps for the broads, and just the guys wanna beat him, yeah

Throw it up and throw it down and get it over

I ain't mean sneakin' over, plus, I got head on the sofa, yeah

I'm hoppin' out, I'm gettin' right, just to see you

Yeah, I'm grinding ' like a motherfucker

I can't lie, yeah, I'm shinin' like a motherfucker

You wanna be my bitch, that line is longer than a motherfucker