OverDoz. - Desto's Don't Stress Hoes lyrics

Cream: Bitch was trying to get Dom
That bitch got me fucked up
She better not be fucking with Dom
I'll slap that bitch (laughs)
I'll slap that bitch if she
Trying to fuck with Dom
If she's trying to fuck with Dom
Ima fuck all her homegirls kent: Damn, bro
Cream: Yep, just like that

Yep, mhm mhm, yep
Suga Free told me never love or trust a bitch
Thats why the DEST, don't stress
The only time I text a bitch is
When I'm bored or I'm horny
Your girl want me to take her down
Told me "pop this pussy for me"
Said she scared to tell her mama
She in love with the DEST
Told me she just want to
Get it off her chest
Cause she fuck with the DEST
Hard ho? Please, what that mean to me?
I know you used to fuck Big Sean
But this ain't meant to be
Groupies bow, down now, kiss me on my feet
Grown men want my autograph
Offer a free OZ of OG
Bitch you see these fangs
How you think you finna leave
All up in your businesses, iMac history

That's why we never stress em
That's why we never stress em
(Desto's don't stress hoes)
That's why we never stress em
That's why we never stress em
(Desto's don't stress hoes)
Desto's don't stress hoes

Bald headed scallywag
Hair can't touch yo back
Bwok bwok, Project Pat
Awwk awwk, si lence when I walk walk, by you

Little did you know, I'm that nigga bro
Seen me in the party with my Henn and Coke
Red Stripe with my cups and penny loafs
Big cuff, lil' flood so my Timbs can show
In Venice, ho no matter your color
You my brother if your ends is low
My compass face true north
And I'm always spilling shit
On my tennis shoes
But these bitches love me for this
Shit my parents gave me
And "bitches ain't shit bruh"
Thats how my daddy raised me
If you lose one
It's one gone like a dish that came from Asia
Ro tate, them hoes, at a pace, you can handle
And, no matter, your situation, keep a
Bad one with you
Make sure you finish, everything that
Needs to be handled nigga
And most of all, never stress them hoes
It's always a better issue out there
Somewhere

Ho it's hard out here for the DEST
But we don't stress
Popping collars, popping bands
With the DEST on my chest
I'm smoking like a Pinto with a
Broken muffler in the back
With two girls, rubbing on my back
Tryna take me back to the crib
I can't hit her when I hit you
I'm not tryna feel that bitch dEST!
Cause, I'm a DESTO, we don't stress ho's
Just read the bio, nah, we don't stress hoes

Cause we stay draped in the best clothes
If I hit once, then I won't hit again
Ain't got no time to spend
I'm out here on these Benjamin's
Plus I'd rather fuck her friends
"Oh God don't let me sin"
All this devilish shit im thinking just
To get that brand new Benz if she fuckin'
Then she workin' for them
Heels and Gucci purses
Man they pretty on the surface
But these hoes is really worthless
I don't stress em