Dlobs, StreetsFirstSon - VERIFIED Lyrics

Yuh Yuh
Ayyy
DLobs
Yuh
You heard me?
401
Huh?
Yuh
Yuh
Bitch did a trick for a dollar
She handed me her number but I ain't never call her
(AY!)
Got lit with a thick bitch model
Got likes on the gram cuz that bitch posted all it
(AY!)
You post sticks think you lit
You ain't all that
You still live at your mama's but the trap is what you call that
(AY!)
Bitch sit on my face if you want it
I ain't even like that
(NAH!)
I'm just finna flaunt it
(AY!)
Rich shit
Rich bitch
We got problems
I ain't even worried cuz' I know that we gone solve em
(AY!)
Got my homies all jealous on some bitch shit
Stop tweeting bout it for u go and get ya fucking lip split
Bitch split on my dick for a whole pic
Viral on my Instagram and I ain't even post shit
(AY!)
I'm the flyest in RI and you know das that
Who else do you know that is verified on cash-app?
I guess the company just knows I'm getting money
My sugar mami sending thru these payments cuz' she love me
I got hoes inside of various countries
One inside of Pakistan and shawty only funds me
(AY!)
I am a villian
I just be lying when talking about feelings
Telling these shawtys I love them but never revealing
That once I go fuck them will never be chilling
I'm not from this planet ET shit
Q and his waves got them all sea sick
How you not tell a homie but you peep shit
Typing a message and then you delete it
(PUSSY!)
I don't do gossip
I don't give a fuck about none of your topics
I am the hottest
Tell shawties I love 'em but I'm never honest
I am so toxic
Trust in the process
Or your face will go meet the concrete bitch
I love my hoes but I never need it
Bars like a soft dick it's hard to beat this
(PAUSE!)
And then they go ahead trying to tweet this
Uh
Speaking loud giving nigga's hope
28 Breaking down a rope
Can't drown got to stay afloat
Stay high like a nigga toke
On point like a nigga loaded
Hands down like a nigga folded
Zip-tie like a nigga sold it
Loud pack like I be smoking
Up down like a nigga wrote it
Take that like a nigga stole it
Bat-phone I can't control it
Showing off like I exposed it
Will Smith nigga I be focused
Breeze by like a nigga coasting
That's me nigga you ain't notice
Southside streets first son
Even if it's done
Far from finished
I ain't even done

Yuh Yuh
Ayyy
DLobs
Yuh
You heard me?
401
Huh?
Yuh
Yuh
Bitch did a trick for a dollar
She handed me her number but I ain't never call her
(AY!)
Got lit with a thick bitch model
Got likes on the gram cuz that bitch posted all it
(AY!)
You post sticks think you lit
You ain't all that
You still live at your mama's but the trap is what you call that
(AY!)
Bitch sit on my face if you want it
I ain't even like that
(NAH!)
I'm just finna flaunt it
(AY!)
Rich shit
Rich bitch
We got problems
I ain't even worried cuz' I know that we gone solve em
(AY!)
Got my homies all jealous on some bitch shit
Stop tweeting bout it for u go and get ya fucking lip split
Bitch split on my dick for a whole pic
Viral on my Instagram and I ain't even post shit
(AY!)
I'm the flyest in RI and you know das that
Who else do you know that is verified on cash-app?
I guess the company just knows I'm getting money
My sugar mami sending thru these payments cuz' she love me
I got hoes inside of various countries
One inside of Pakistan and shawty only funds me
(AY!)
I am a villian
I just be lying when talking about feelings
Telling these shawtys I love them but never revealing
That once I go fuck them will never be chilling
I'm not from this planet ET shit
Q and his waves got them all sea sick
How you not tell a homie but you peep shit
Typing a message and then you delete it
(PUSSY!)
I don't do gossip
I don't give a fuck about none of your topics
I am the hottest
Tell shawties I love 'em but I'm never honest
I am so toxic
Trust in the process
Or your face will go meet the concrete bitch
I love my hoes but I never need it
Bars like a soft dick it's hard to beat this
(PAUSE!)
And then they go ahead trying to tweet this
Uh
Speaking loud giving nigga's hope
28 Breaking down a rope
Can't drown got to stay afloat
Stay high like a nigga toke
On point like a nigga loaded
Hands down like a nigga folded
Zip-tie like a nigga sold it
Loud pack like I be smoking
Up down like a nigga wrote it
Take that like a nigga stole it
Bat-phone I can't control it
Showing off like I exposed it
Will Smith nigga I be focused
Breeze by like a nigga coasting
That's me nigga you ain't notice
Southside streets first son
Even if it's done
Far from finished
I ain't even done