D hill, D hill
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My wrist right (my wrist)
Said, my bitch right (my bitch)
My fit right (my fit)
Keep a stick, right? (Keep a stick, nigga)
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Where they trappin'? We go spin it up
Them niggas broke because of us
That molly pink like pigskin
Fuckin' on my bitch friend
Got that Lambo' tinted (right)
And put Dracos in it (right)
Niggas, they was with me (right)
I don't know what happened (yeah)
I had to get rid of bitches, I knew they was choosin'
I'm rich, so I'm to blame for everybody when they losin'
She don't know a song, but she gon' fuck me 'cause I'm poppin' (right)
Spent 20 up in Nieman's and I didn't plan on shoppin' (right)
Your top in my lap, girl, it's a hat
Call Tez, he'll dunk on 'em like Shaq
Don't try and flex on me, get embarrassed
I'm fuckin' snow bunnies in these carats
Got all these rings on like I'm married
Got all these Cuban links on my neck
I got a cold heart in my chest
I got an opp bitch in my bed
Say that they with it, dodgin' on the low
I put some new attachments on the pole
We just gon' burn them bridges for them trolls
Niggas done took my vision all along
D hill, D hill
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga (that's fire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My wrist right (my wrist)
Said, my bitch right (my bitch)
My fit right (my fit)
Keep a stick, right? (Keep a stick)
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Where they trappin'? We go spin it up
Them niggas broke because of us (yeah)
That molly pink like pigskin
Fuckin' on my bitch friend
Got that Lambo' tinted
And put Dracos in it
Niggas, they was with me
I don't know what happened
Niggas ain't right
Bitches ain't right
These niggas ain't right
But my bitch right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't right
Yeah, yeah, bitches ain't right