DFW (feat. Shotty) [Sped Up]
Yeah, oh
Oh oh, Robin
No no, no
No no, no
Ayo Juanny that's some swaggy shit
Yeah
D F W
I just landed, who we with?
Pouring up
No you cannot take no pics
Swearing that she love me
She a goat with the spits
Throat, yeah that's heaven sent
Riding round in 5 percent
I just be up on my shit
Yeah we really get to it
We making a lot, a lot
We finna roll up, yeah we really get booted
We finna just box the drop
I hate the hoes that talk a lot
She wanna come to the crib
Gimme becky, give dome
She give me that top
She give me that slop
She give me that box
I told her don't stop
She finna steal my soul
They wanna steal my flow
But I know how this go
Whip 4 Matic, hate the road
We T'in Up, they check the score
We stacking up, my pockets old
How you gon talk, when you ball on loans
Boy you a bitch, I know you my clone
We going up like butterfly doors
You gotta pay for a feature
Boy you get charged by the meter
You fell in love with that hoe
You ain't even meet her
I knew that bitch was diva
Yeah, I knew that she was a eater
I knew that she was a demon
Walk out of Prada, we switching the season
We switching up, and that shit for a reason
She wanna love me
Pouring that bubbly
I know she feel it, ay ay
Dick in her tummy
We spark it up in the function
Facing that shit like it's nothing
Came with a band we drumming
Too fanned out, this shit too funny
Now they acting really fake
2 years ago they was all tryna hate
We turn the fuck up, what you say?
They say you a lick, when you ride with a chain
But just like my bitch, it stay in the bank
You ain't with shit, the fuck is your aim
We finna go up, no delay
She said she know us, what's the play?
ATV, that bih gon ride
She said she wanna live this life
Stars on the roof, this not no poltergeist
We on the juice she feeling right
I'm with the troops, I'm with my guys
Yeah
D F W
I just landed, who we with?
Pouring up
No you cannot take no pics
Swearing that she love me
She a goat with the spits
Throat, yeah that's heaven sent
Riding round in 5 percent
Yeah
Riding round in
Riding round in 5 percent
She wanna come to crib and give me neck
Riding round in 5 percent
Riding round in 5 percent (oh oh)
Oh
Oh oh, Robin
No no, no
No no, no
Ayo Juanny that's some swaggy shit
Yeah
D F W
I just landed, who we with?
Pouring up
No you cannot take no pics
Swearing that she love me
She a goat with the spits
Throat, yeah that's heaven sent
Riding round in 5 percent
I just be up on my shit
Yeah we really get to it
We making a lot, a lot
We finna roll up, yeah we really get booted
We finna just box the drop
I hate the hoes that talk a lot
She wanna come to the crib
Gimme becky, give dome
She give me that top
She give me that slop
She give me that box
I told her don't stop
She finna steal my soul
They wanna steal my flow
But I know how this go
Whip 4 Matic, hate the road
We T'in Up, they check the score
We stacking up, my pockets old
How you gon talk, when you ball on loans
Boy you a bitch, I know you my clone
We going up like butterfly doors
You gotta pay for a feature
Boy you get charged by the meter
You fell in love with that hoe
You ain't even meet her
I knew that bitch was diva
Yeah, I knew that she was a eater
I knew that she was a demon
Walk out of Prada, we switching the season
We switching up, and that shit for a reason
She wanna love me
Pouring that bubbly
I know she feel it, ay ay
Dick in her tummy
We spark it up in the function
Facing that shit like it's nothing
Came with a band we drumming
Too fanned out, this shit too funny
Now they acting really fake
2 years ago they was all tryna hate
We turn the fuck up, what you say?
They say you a lick, when you ride with a chain
But just like my bitch, it stay in the bank
You ain't with shit, the fuck is your aim
We finna go up, no delay
She said she know us, what's the play?
ATV, that bih gon ride
She said she wanna live this life
Stars on the roof, this not no poltergeist
We on the juice she feeling right
I'm with the troops, I'm with my guys
Yeah
D F W
I just landed, who we with?
Pouring up
No you cannot take no pics
Swearing that she love me
She a goat with the spits
Throat, yeah that's heaven sent
Riding round in 5 percent
Yeah
Riding round in
Riding round in 5 percent
She wanna come to crib and give me neck
Riding round in 5 percent
Riding round in 5 percent (oh oh)
Oh
Credits
Writer(s): Shotty Toobusy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
All Album Tracks: DFW (Sped & Slowed) [feat. Shotty] - Single >
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.