Lyrics

She call herself Gucci, in my DMs but she being fake
The only thing designer is the mess you make
You say you real? (Miss, your BBL is expired)
you the knock off brand that the streets retired
I'm the real deal- No tags, no receipts
Built from this hustle and always blazing a beat
You Bark in My DMs, I Bite back on Stage
One thing Imma do is turn your hate into rage
Threaten my mom, YO you really Lost it sis
Thats the quickest way to get dropped off the list
Talking bout my mom's, girl you must be slow
That's a line you don't cross, better act like you know
Bars hit heavy like a 10 car crash
My mom's already told you, I got heat in the stash
Your BBL is tilted, Doc did you dirty
Talk slick-, and it’s up no mercy.
You pressed not me Girl relax take it easy
Cause word on the streets, your daughter wanna be me
You pressed over me? Girl relax take it easy
If you was real gangsta, you woulda just called me.

Hello

Now, You know i wasn't gonna let you slide in DMs talking about some, I know you weren't talking about me in "Downgrade" But since you wanna be involved so bad Chakima words of advice, Stay out of my DMs and stop talking about my mother. Thank you