Dave East

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

(Chorus)

(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

(Chorus)

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