D$M Cypher 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damjonboi) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Plug said it's footballs around, I told him throw a spiral Scratched off on 12, they thought that I was finna show the title Stomp him out and post the vid, he sick he goin' viral [Verse 2: $camaurion] We gon' slide OT, they meet us on arrival All my opps broke as fuck, I don't got no rivals (Nah) Boy, your sauce runnin' out, you need a scam revival Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch, I'm feelin' tribal Hit the road every day, ain't even have no license Ain't no callin' my jugg phone, bitch, you gotta Skype me Got a site that piece so fast that bitch hit like lightnin' (Boy, the way that I punch shit, you would think I'm fightin') '018, no ATT? I go and hit Verizon [Verse 3: JuSleaze] 'Bows comin' straight through FedEx, we finna overnight 'em Don't talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man, these hoes is triflin' In the cockpit takin' differеnt drugs like I know the pilot (I catch an opp walkin' out the crib, I'ma havе to snipe him) Put an opp nigga on a t-shirt, we finna advertise him 7.62's comin' out the Drac', look like Oscar Mayers Doin' donuts in the Redeye, I done popped the tires (Thirty dot on me goin' through at Walmart, I don't shop at Meijers) [Verse 4: MJPAID] It ain't startin' with no five, I won't even try it (Nope) And my six so exotic, niggas couln't find it Stacked as hell, was burnt up in my Benny's, damn near couldn't bite it (Aha) Mom's mad, fuck around and gave her phone a virus And how your bitch give me head? I guess she open-minded Got a chop, not a Drac', yes, this bitch Osiris (Mhm) Shit be goin' through your ears, so it's never mind it Say you ballin', check his stats, what's his plus minus? Punch licks before the whip, you was bus ridin' (Bitch) [Verse 5: ScrumbleMan] Virgil did the shirt, but it's Purple on my pants Got a glizzy with a switch, extra clip for his mans You ain't SBDSM if you ain't hit the store and jam Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam Don't be hoppin' in this ride if you ain't really down to blam (Brr) [Verse 6: TrDee] Chopper got a grip with a hundred-round under it (Baow) I can't even give your ass no bag 'cause you gon' fumble it (Lame) You was playin' with that wap, now what's up with it? Please don't think that we don't got no guns 'cause we don't post that shit Try me if you want and that's the day you meet the Lord (I swear to God) Got that metal on me like a knight, but not a sword (Grrt, bap) I would hate me too, I'm wearin' shit you can't afford ('Kay) We been fuckin' for some hours, damn, I'm gettin' bored You can't tax me, bitch, I'm plugged in like a cord We gon' flip that bitch, you bet not slide that Ford [Verse 7: ScrumbleMan] Weed sticky, bitch, I'm off a three-five of s'mores Camping in the bushes, finna put him in a morgue This is not tomato juice, Acky what I pour [Verse 8: Fordio] Shit, I was searchin' for the red, think I need a deuce It's a light-ass day, only hit for two Better get your boo Say she likin' how I smell, 'za and Jimmy Choo Conversatin' with the Wock' like, "I'm feelin' you" We just need your SSN, we can push it through I'm movin' different off the whippets and the gummy shrooms Like how you pull five racks and they ain't even new? Face an eighth, say, "Why not?" She think forty-two Ron shootin' basketballs, he don't even hoop [Verse 9: J3] (Fat nigga, but the jeans skinny) Helmut Langs on my body, I done paid like three-fifty Big B's like runners, but these not no three-fifties How you got no cheese, but out here tryna beef with me? How you got no cheese, but out here tryna eat with me? I done poured a whole heart, now I got a three with me Left the ShittyBoyz show, now I got a freak with me And got her off the onion pack, lil' bitch in here geeked with me [Verse 10: StanWill] Chopper gay as hell, it got some nuts, but it twerk so crazy Runnin' off? This bitch'll pat your back, be done burped your baby Purple jeans on my ass, I don't perp' though, baby Fire blew him like the wind, put him in the Earth so crazy Buffs hangin' off my shirt, collar got my tee drenched Every time I open up my closet I get seasick For my dough, we done baked his ass like a deep dish We'll pull up wavin' sticks around, on some Wii shit 'Za smoke, mirror tints, I can't see shit [Verse 11: Donnie Bands & BabyTron] LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips .223s hittin' everybody like a freak bitch On a steak diet, you would probably think I lean sip Ridin' 'round with a mini Drac' and a mean bitch Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat She put that kitty on me Why you go and grab a thirty-six? You got a mini Rollie That's a bitch watch Lookin' like a bitch with your bitch doin' TikToks (ShittyBoyz) [Verse 12: BabyTron] Pints, 'bows, and pills, bitch, I'm jugglin' Cuddy in that Scat with the bee, hear it bumblin' VIP booth, throwin' pape', you hear it thunderin' Off filet mignon, I'm sick, I hear your stomach rumblin' Sippin' Quagmire, I might get fat like Peter Griffin Talkin' 'bout he got the hoes, but got an eater with him Me and you got the same shoes but I look cleaner in 'em (Like these exact same shoes) Celine off the Chanel, I'm in this bitch triple C-in' Me, Ju and Scrumble caught an opp, we finna triple-team him Pause, new condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws Catch him in that deep, do him like I'm Jaws [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia You know what the fuck goin' on