DTF Digga D

[Intro]
(That's Chucks)
You know I'm him for real
Yo, look

[Verse 1]
Two hundred on a Richard Mille, I'm him for real
I know that it's a sin to kill, but pussy, it's the principle
Forgot that I'm a criminal, just touch it, I get physical
To me that's light change, to them it's financially mythical
That's why these haters miserable (Hahaha)
I walk into the mansion backwards, it's traditional (Yeah)
Queens cook and clean, I only ask them for the minimal
It's hard to copy me, I'm unpredictable
You know I seen the influence, these niggas unoriginal (Pussies)
I'm cuttin' through Vauxhall with a Urus and Corsa
Used to re-up seven grams and now my whip cost a quarter (Skrrt)
Six feet, I'll put you there, I don't care if you're taller
I ain't fightin' with you, I sit in a sauna
I ain't really got no rapper friends (Rappеr friends)
I don't chat to them (Chat to them)
I'm a gangstеr, why am I linkin' with a bag of men? (What?)
Send me a bag of gyal and watch me handle them (Handle them)
And they like real street niggas, so don't hang with gems

[Chorus]
I got things to do today, so tell me if you're DTF
Payin' cash to smash, so surely I can get some BTS
Playin' hard to get, I dropped a check, we call that easy sex
I'm flyin' private with the best, the rest of them take easyJet
She told me, "Get me lit," before she let me hit the puss'
Get some rubbers, get a smart whip, get some alcohol or snus
And watch her (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh), now she ain't stush
Watch her (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh), now she ain't stush (Sneaky lil' bitch)