I want you
I was dealin' with all them hoes and that's what I don't want to
I can't 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 started 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 there for the boy, 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 piece, this shit we doin', this shit for the books
Okay, your bitch she a fan of my latest, she got on my post and she 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 told my bitch don't play dumb, I'ma cook her
Ten pointer diamonds in both of my ears, where I'm from we don't call 'em earrings, I got boogers
I cannot go back and forth with no hookers
'Cause most of this shit that we doin' amazin'
Rockin' Tom Ford, I done switched up 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 movie stars, I'm tryna fuck with Zendaya
I know that's selfish 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 finna slide, it's okay, either 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 hoes and that's what I don't want to
I can't 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 started 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 there for the boy, 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 piece, this shit we doin', this shit for the books (Woah)
Doo-doo-doo-doo (Doo)
Doo-doo-doo-doo (Doo)
Ooh (Yeah)
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