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DTTM Video (MV)




Performed By: Skinny Mir
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Amir Walker




Skinny Mir - DTTM Lyrics
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Boy don't talk to me, I swear to God I'll shoot you in your f*ckin' face, nigga
I was workin' in the froze aisle before I dropped a verse
I know I'm in school, but I still keep the rappin' option first
If the lil' bitch bad, know how the f*ck I buy her favorite purse
I just got a bag, I'm finna splurge and take my bitch to Turks
Number in my bank account been high, I kept it on the low
I don't wanna see you post-nut lil' bae, it's time to go
I know how to run that pape, and I ain't trappin' on the stove
Niggas better cool it, you don't want no smoke with baby bro
Money goin' on and on and on like Erykah Badu
If it come to money and you hoes, I'm never choosin' you
Always choosin' blue, always choosin' green
Bro get high so much he always talk like he sipping lean
Sometimes I be nonchalant and nice, but the switch mean
F*ck it add a beam, I can't decide between red and green
Brody wear that motherf*ckin' mask like you f*ckin' scream
Starin' at the sky for hella long, this shit majestic
I won't double text a bitch, I just unsend the message
I got drunk as f*ck, as bad bitches in my section
Only wanna see the bad bitches think I'm sexist
Get me in that mood, I'm smokin' za at every session
Touch more pape than you because you barely put in effort
I'ma run it up until my money long as Texas
Yeah, run it up until my pockets fat as precious
See me comin' up, I'm gettin' texts from my exes
Lockin' in I'm only stoppin' if I get arrested
Can't come to your club if you won't let us get the tech in
Nigga up your weapon, better bring your best in
Look at what I flex in,
They starin' when I steppin
Who do niggas think they checkin'
Jumped up off the porch cause I ain't never need protectin
You ain't never did no steppin
Nigga stop the cap,
You and your niggas movin' extra
Don't ever come to me talkin' bout a rumor
Niggas switchin' up, I wish they woulda did it sooner
If I need it done, then I'ma call my favorite shooter
(F*ck that nigga,)
Yeah, for real
Boy don't talk to me, I swear to God I'll shoot you in your f*ckin' face
I swear to God, I swear to God
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Boy don't talk to me, I swear to God I'll shoot you in your f*ckin' face, nigga
I was workin' in the froze aisle before I dropped a verse
I know I'm in school, but I still keep the rappin' option first
If the lil' bitch bad, know how the f*ck I buy her favorite purse
I just got a bag, I'm finna splurge and take my bitch to Turks
Number in my bank account been high, I kept it on the low
I don't wanna see you post-nut lil' bae, it's time to go
I know how to run that pape, and I ain't trappin' on the stove
Niggas better cool it, you don't want no smoke with baby bro
Money goin' on and on and on like Erykah Badu
If it come to money and you hoes, I'm never choosin' you
Always choosin' blue, always choosin' green
Bro get high so much he always talk like he sipping lean
Sometimes I be nonchalant and nice, but the switch mean
F*ck it add a beam, I can't decide between red and green
Brody wear that motherf*ckin' mask like you f*ckin' scream
Starin' at the sky for hella long, this shit majestic
I won't double text a bitch, I just unsend the message
I got drunk as f*ck, as bad bitches in my section
Only wanna see the bad bitches think I'm sexist
Get me in that mood, I'm smokin' za at every session
Touch more pape than you because you barely put in effort
I'ma run it up until my money long as Texas
Yeah, run it up until my pockets fat as precious
See me comin' up, I'm gettin' texts from my exes
Lockin' in I'm only stoppin' if I get arrested
Can't come to your club if you won't let us get the tech in
Nigga up your weapon, better bring your best in
Look at what I flex in,
They starin' when I steppin
Who do niggas think they checkin'
Jumped up off the porch cause I ain't never need protectin
You ain't never did no steppin
Nigga stop the cap,
You and your niggas movin' extra
Don't ever come to me talkin' bout a rumor
Niggas switchin' up, I wish they woulda did it sooner
If I need it done, then I'ma call my favorite shooter
(F*ck that nigga,)
Yeah, for real
Boy don't talk to me, I swear to God I'll shoot you in your f*ckin' face
I swear to God, I swear to God
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Writer: Amir Walker
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