I want you
I was dealin' with all them ho's and thats why I don't want to
I can move regardless though, but lowkey, I don't want to
I can let you know when I land off of my flight
If you want to (Damn, Trademark!)
I don't know if we thinkin' the same things and I want to
You don't like when this shit start to gettin' sad
You hate that, don't you?
I don't understand why I keep thinkin' about memories
That I don't want to
Screamin', "Fuck that shit", I upgraded from the past
Look what we come to, yeah
Heard you got a new spot, it don't hit like this
How you go from my twin to my own worst enemy? Shit
Was you really just down for the boy?
Or was it all for the cameras and flicks?
Or was you just doin' that shit for the looks?
You can't play me like that, I'm too far from a 'rook
Me and Trademark, we just cooked up a thirty, bitch
This shit we doin', this shit for thе books
Okay, your bitch she a fan of my latest
She got on my post and shе see me, she shook
Ride around me, now she catchin' the vibe
She bump CAYA, she said she in love with my hooks
Walk 'round the crib, got her singin' my hooks
I got diamonds on me, I get too many looks
Whippin' the damage, I move like a crook
With a Kardashian, got me feelin' like Brook
Feel like I'm Booker, I took my bitch to play that mama cook
Tip on the diamonds in both of my ears
Where I'm from we don't call them earrings, I got boogers
I cannot go back and forth with no hooker
'Cause most of this shit that we doin' amazin'
Rockin' Tom Ford, I been switchin' my fragrance
I just called up my mama, told her that we made it
It ain't no more debatin'
Hop out the Gater
His shit okay, but that boy overrated
It ain't bad, but it's basic
Shout out to fans that say, "DC the greatest"
If you new it's okay, I'm just glad that you made it
Speakin' of, I just hopped off the plane, yeah I made it
Yeah, I need you lowkey but I'm not pickin' favorites
I like funny sides, I'm tryna fuck with Zendaya
I heard that tub was lowkey, but I'm dumb and I'm wasted
I feel like a psycho, I hit your phone, you better hit me back
If you not from this side, it's okay
The way all my brothers, they got my back
International, shout out my brothers
Goin' under this shit for my brothers
MCM in that bitch, on the cutter
You can't blame me, I'm live from the gutta
I want you
I was dealin' with all them ho's and thats why I don't want to
I can move regardless though, but lowkey, I don't want to
I can let you know when I land off of my flight, if you want to
I don't know if we thinkin' the same things and I want to
You don't like when this shit start to gettin' sad
You hate that, don't you?
I don't understand why I keep thinkin' about memories
That I don't want to
Screamin', "Fuck that shit", I upgraded from the past
Look what we come to, yeah
Heard you got a new spot, it don't hit like this
How you go from my twin to my own worst enemy? Shit
Was you really just down for the boy?
Or was it all for the cameras and pics?
Or was you just doin' that shit for the looks?
You can't play me like that, I'm too far from a 'rook
Me and Trademark, we just cooked up a thirty, bitch
This shit we doin', this shit for the books