Lyrics

[Intro] This year's award goes to The only thing that I like [Chorus] DTM, you get the award DTM, you get the award Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee Now ya hit my phone... ghosted [Verse 1] Read receipt on and want you to know it She sent some pictures as the next resort Said that I was done 'cause she a skeezer and a floater I saw them angels, I was back up in the water She ass-naked, hangin' out the moon roof I turn around, I'm lip-level with the ooh-ooh Said she love me, said, "Yeah, I love me too" But I can't cuff her, nigga, that's the shit that you do She out of your division, I can't blame you And baby, we gon' get in trouble if I name you I need a weekend, where you wanna catch a plane too And all you'll need is a bikini where I bring you [Pre-Chorus] Hit the mid grade, seven My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won't expect it She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off [Chorus] DTM, you get the award DTM, you get the award Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee Now ya hit my phone... ghosted [Verse 2] Leave the light on, yeah, girl, I wanna see it And I rub ice on it 'fore I eat it Let it out, wanna hear you screamin' Chopper style, got her eyes rollin' like a demon Chopper style, chop-chop-chopper style She bust five more 'fore I pull the chopper out Take the covers off, it's gettin' too hot Her body lotion meltin' off, match her insides She on me 'cause I'm pretty as a bitch and I listen to her I like her 'cause she cool like my niggas I think it's sexy when she dress like a nigga Mama combat boots, head shaved like militia Thrift shop, denim shorty all day A lotta vintage, got a lotta high waist A lotta sauce, yeah, she got good taste She 20-somethin', old soul, middle-aged [Pre-Chorus] Hit the mid grade, seven My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won't expect it She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off [Chorus] DTM, you get the award DTM, you get the award Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee Now ya hit my phone... ghosted [Outro] Cattin' off, cattin' off Cattin' off, cattin' off Cattin' off, cattin' off Cattin' off