Dave East - By Any Means lyrics
rate me(Chorus)
I just hit your bitch from a DM
If I get this work off cop of BM
Outside from the AM to the PM
Don’t be scared baby holla when you see him
My cousin had to turn himself in
We was tryna’ to get it we didn’t really know the outcome
Couple homies got acquitted I ain’t hit it to their business, til they on South Run
I just hit your bitch from the DM
If I get this work off cop a BM
Outside from the AM to the PM
Don’t be scared nigga holla when you see him
My cousin had to turn himself in
We was tryin’ to get it we didn’t really know the outcome
I was paranoid four-five in my hand lookin’ out the window like Malcolm
(Verse)
Take it straight to the trap when the ones come
Old dimes ringin’ up when the ounce done
Probably take it to the club when my count done
All these niggas gettin’ quiet when the loud come
Smokin’ dope, I’m a fiend
I don’t dream much but I know I’m a king
My city don’t sleep, you don’t know what I seen
They offer you five
We know you gonna sing J Reid, nigga
Talkin’ to the cops then he
Hoppin’ out of vans like the A-Team, nigga
He went from the block to estate cream, nigga
Sweatin’ in a box, no AC, nigga
But back to the streets, I ain’t hard to find
I’m the 2015 Carlton Hines
Bad bitch, she with me, homie pardon mine
My cousin had a the Scott tailing but his coke is nine
I just hit your bitch from a DM
Oops my bad I think it was your BM
All this sour just been fuckin’ up my breathin’
I got some youngness that hustlin’ from the precinct
Pull up with a Mac, not no Apple
They ask me why you in the trap, you a rapper
Let a nigga cross me like a pastor
Watch a nigga get stomped like a keeper
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(Verse )
Starin’ out my window at the world
My back to the wall, head to the sky
Trying to get some brand new schooner
Got a Playboy Bunny keep leaving me among me eyes
Then she took it straight to the DM
Now I’m gettin’ face from a DM
I’m just trying to race in a BM
Tellin’ a friend I can’t wait till I see him
Nigga stock goin’ up
Bad batch of work seen a fiend throwing up
BK take that bitch to fight and to fuck
I remember days I would ride on a bus
I remember days wakin’ up getting’ drunk
Baggin’ up haters smell like cat piss
I fucked an actress I won’t say a name
A couple years ago I was not payin’ taxes
Gotta preach what you practice
It’s the gram make it easy to get the drop
Her drawers came off easy up in the spot
Kept sayin’ I look like Chris Breezy, got me hot
I just got some head off an IG
Listenin’ in a dazed love, I say try me
I said she wasn’t with it, she said try me
Then she put me on with her best friend Mally
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