DT Flow Lyrics

Too many hoes outside, I done went fishin'

If the bitch tryna drop some neck, I'm gon' say less and take that mission

Get that cup on me, ain't no tellin' what DT be mixing

Cut that beam on to his face, he red nose my YB blitzing

Only talkin' on the net, and ain't no tellin' would he lyin' bout

Fuck a pro tools, I get too bored, I whip these wires out

I like your bitch, cause she can suck on dick and keep it quiet mouth

Told lil' bro to keep on swervin' through them lanes, he blew the tires out

Yeah, hit the shop and change that rubber

The hoe said she gon' get her big bro bitch like, fuck your brother

I'm gon' get my big bro, he got one job, that's fuck your mother

How you call up two hoes, they ain't do shit but fuck each other

It's two am, I'm outside, tryna catch a hit

It's three am, your bitch at my phone tryna get some dick

It's four am, I check my phone, he steady tryna diss

It's five am, I send my bros, hope you know they don't miss

When they slidin' down that rip, they leave your top missin

Your bitch a pro at ball, just look at how she cock grippin

How could you say DT ain't fly, like bitch, I'm cockpitn'

I don't like hoes, I don't like thots, like bitch, I'm not pimpin

I'ma pass my bro the Glock, he give him 33 just like he Scott Pippen

She don't fuck with me no more, like bitch, I'm not trippin

I told my bro don't cuff that hoe, like bro we not simpin

We'll leave a nigga cold, cause he hot lippin'

All of my brothers know that code, yea we not switchin

Told that lil' bitch I just want throat, cause I am not hittin

And once I get this fuckin' nut, bitch, we is not kissin

DT pull up from the side, give a heart attack

J-Bo pull up from the front, put him in cardiac

Niggas talkin' bout they buff, where your Cartis at

Me and my bros all really lit, like where the parties at

Yeah, nigga, where the functions at

I might crash out in traffic, bitch, like who you honkin' at

Too many hoes outside, I done went fishin'

If the bitch tryna drop some neck, I'm gon' say less and take that mission

Get that cup on me, ain't no tellin' what DT be mixing

Cut that beam on to his face, he red nose my YB blitzing

Niggas talkin' real hot and real bold, don't come up missing nigga HB