Eli Sostre, Yung Kha - DMs lyrics
[Eli Sostre, Yung Kha - DMs lyrics]
Yeah by any means, huh?
She fuck with souls
Who the fuck is that up in
Your DMs? I don't know
That's probably one of
These motherfuckin' BMs, i don't know
We just hit the city up
And we sold out the show
Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much
So where you tryna go?
I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes
Yeah we know that ain't love and we
Know how that shit go had to check 'em all
Is you really friend or foe? yeah
Is you gang or no? Is
You really down to roll?
Is she a ten or no? I like her centerfold
She just tryna get flown
I won't give that bitch a bone
Hear you tryna write a book about me
The fuck you on? She said
"Would you love me the same way
If all this shit was gone?"
I guess we'll never know
I guess we'll never be ashamed
Enough to let it go
I guess we'll never see our names
And I should let it go
I guess it just wasn't enough
Only to be in love (Uh, yeah)
I got this bitch on lock
No other guy can fill my shoes
Probably couldn't fill my stats
Copped my bitch some brand new jewels
I might flood this shit with rocks
On the corner just like opp
You was tryna make it work
Gotta work with what you got
Some of us don't know our worth
I just woke up to some top
Love the way you keep it tight for
Me and make that pussy pop
Once I get a hundred million
We gon' go and buy the block
I took my time with all this shit
They said that I was on the clock
Ha, oh, they love to make me hot
I was writin' songs for so and so
You owe these kids a lot
Made my brother down one group
I but that boy up in a boat
Told her to line it up and bitch
Don't make it hot
She like, "Who the fuck is that up in
Your DMs?" I don't know
That's probably one of
These motherfuckin' BMs, i don't know
We just hit the city up
And we sold out the show
Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much
So where you tryna go?
I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes
Yeah we know that ain't love and we
Know how that shit go had to check 'em all
Is you really friend or foe? yeah
Is you gang or no?
(yeah) Is you really down to roll?
Look, is you gang or no? Just
Stay loyal to the code (Ayy)
Money over hoes, it's not money over bros
Yeah family over everything, they with
Me like this pole, yeah
And my heart is chrome like I
Wear it on my clothes, yeah
(yeah) different type of breed, from the
Streets to the industry, baby, uh
(Let's go)
Nothin' regular 'round us, splash
Shoot like 380 (Ha)
I had to take my shot for my city
I can't stop
I chase you down like BronBron
I would never play with this block (Block)
Who that in my DM? I don't need 'em
I don't know (I don't know)
Hold on, that's his BM, she
Need biscuit's for the low, ayy
(Come on) double G on my feet and I
Put sixty on her toes (yeah, yeah)
Don't know what happened to Virgil
I know what happened to your bro
I'm lowkey but I'm top dawg, originator
You a knock off (Knock)
Spin and try to knock an opp off
But of murders, what I saw, no scale
Had to eyeball work wet, let it dry off
Miss your flight, can't fly off
Grrah, grrah, grrah
She fuck with souls
Who the fuck is that up in
Your DMs? I don't know
That's probably one of
These motherfuckin' BMs, i don't know
We just hit the city up
And we sold out the show
Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much
So where you tryna go?
I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes
Yeah we know that ain't love and we
Know how that shit go had to check 'em all
Is you really friend or foe? yeah
Is you gang or no? Is
You really down to roll?
Is she a ten or no? I like her centerfold
She just tryna get flown
I won't give that bitch a bone
Hear you tryna write a book about me
The fuck you on? She said
"Would you love me the same way
If all this shit was gone?"
I guess we'll never know
I guess we'll never be ashamed
Enough to let it go
I guess we'll never see our names
And I should let it go
I guess it just wasn't enough
Only to be in love (Uh, yeah)
I got this bitch on lock
No other guy can fill my shoes
Probably couldn't fill my stats
Copped my bitch some brand new jewels
I might flood this shit with rocks
On the corner just like opp
You was tryna make it work
Gotta work with what you got
Some of us don't know our worth
I just woke up to some top
Love the way you keep it tight for
Me and make that pussy pop
Once I get a hundred million
We gon' go and buy the block
I took my time with all this shit
They said that I was on the clock
Ha, oh, they love to make me hot
I was writin' songs for so and so
You owe these kids a lot
Made my brother down one group
I but that boy up in a boat
Told her to line it up and bitch
Don't make it hot
She like, "Who the fuck is that up in
Your DMs?" I don't know
That's probably one of
These motherfuckin' BMs, i don't know
We just hit the city up
And we sold out the show
Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much
So where you tryna go?
I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes
Yeah we know that ain't love and we
Know how that shit go had to check 'em all
Is you really friend or foe? yeah
Is you gang or no?
(yeah) Is you really down to roll?
Look, is you gang or no? Just
Stay loyal to the code (Ayy)
Money over hoes, it's not money over bros
Yeah family over everything, they with
Me like this pole, yeah
And my heart is chrome like I
Wear it on my clothes, yeah
(yeah) different type of breed, from the
Streets to the industry, baby, uh
(Let's go)
Nothin' regular 'round us, splash
Shoot like 380 (Ha)
I had to take my shot for my city
I can't stop
I chase you down like BronBron
I would never play with this block (Block)
Who that in my DM? I don't need 'em
I don't know (I don't know)
Hold on, that's his BM, she
Need biscuit's for the low, ayy
(Come on) double G on my feet and I
Put sixty on her toes (yeah, yeah)
Don't know what happened to Virgil
I know what happened to your bro
I'm lowkey but I'm top dawg, originator
You a knock off (Knock)
Spin and try to knock an opp off
But of murders, what I saw, no scale
Had to eyeball work wet, let it dry off
Miss your flight, can't fly off
Grrah, grrah, grrah