DBSB lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: $ilkMoney]
f*cking yo b*tch in Alaska, that pus*y cold as hell
She sucking my di*k in the classroom, pus*y be show and tell
Return where you copped that strap from, your pistol old and Frail
You broke pus*y n*gga, then mask up
Go get some dough, you scared

[Verse 2: Cyrax!]
(Okay) got guap on the way
Lil shawty talk, she all play
(Okay) designer my waist
.40 spray shots in your face
(Okay) your b*tch ain't my taste
You n*ggas plot, you too fake
Aye my old b*tch got replaced
Just want that top and my space, okay

[Verse 3: $ilkMoney]
You poonany, peon, lih bast*rd, betta get yo cash up
I don't need yo pus*y, nor yo tushy
Rather roll this pack up
I die, I respawn where I just was
I placed a tac, brah
Three straps in the back
One on my sack, don't need no backup
[Verse 4: Cyrax!]
(Ayy)
Flex up lil n*gga, I'm countin' dough with my crew (okay)
Pull up right on you, watch my DirtBags we gon' shoot (okay)
I just might show out she wanna ride in my coupe (okay)
Pull up on yo' block, I got the top off no roof (okay)

[Hook: $ilkMoney and Cyrax!]
I don't f*ck with b*tch ass n*ggas, I just go f*ck they b*tches
I don't f*ck with keeping cool, you see an op, leave him missin'
n*ggas snitchin', sh*t's ridiculous, tryna get sh*t acquitted
Stick to the mission, mind ya business, Do Better Stop b*tchin'
[x2]