Quality Control
In My DM

[Intro: BEO Lil Kenny]
Mm
Mm
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: BEO Lil Kenny]
Yeah, lil' boy talkin' tough all in my DM, I can't wait to see him
Have them steppers walk your ass down, tell 'em put they feet on him
All that shit you text and no return, yeah, you gotta delete him
Know they said that chopper bullets burn, fuck it, R.I.P. him
I'm talkin' gangster shit
Fuck around, give 'em the full clip
Send you a fifty, you can't get off nan shot, it ain't no dual shit
I don't believe that you really like that, I wanna see how you livin'
Walkin' through your hood, 7 a.m., we ain't no Jehovah's Witness
I just got a call from the Army, they wanna borrow some guns
I really do got the rocket launchеr, that's like one and done
Don't you еver think I'm soft, homie, I still be plottin'
I'm sort of like Dr. Miami, BEO Kenny, he be all 'bout bodies
In the back of the double-R with a million cash, I'm playin' chess
A call from my PO, say I'm so dope, I failed my drug test
I did the money walk in some Ballys
I turned my new spot to a palace
They turned a murder charge to a mallet
I turned my outfit to an island
I gotta spend the money 'cause it's pilin'
I'm too efficient, n***as be foulin'
Ran up a check, now a n***a smilin'
I want a song with Cardi B and Nicki
I bet that Draco leave 'em sticky
I keep that torch on me like a hippie
I sold a curveball, it was tricky
I'm at the playhouse with some divas
I'm buyin' pints up like I'm Bieber
I can't go nowhere without the heater
They jugg a light ten for a feature
I spent five hundred for a tracker
I give 'em two G's just to smack 'em
I sent my first ten for the backup
Let n***as show out, I'ma act up
You in my rear view, need to catch up
You in my rear view, need to catch up
These n***as be cap, pick your hat up
I hit a homerun, pick the bat up
If you ain't slingin' .9, pick a sack up
I swear the HK MG4 break through anything like a hacker
I got interrogated by detective, I don't want no McDonald's nor a cracker
You n***as big rats, Chuck E. Cheese
I threw two tabs back, that's a tease
I copped a Hellcat, Need for Speed
I put the baddest bitches on they knees
We got them new triggers, you can barely touch 'em and they spittin' thirty with the ease
All this ice on, n***a, freeze
You gon' take somethin'? N***a, please
You better sit down somewhere
Before your pussy ass get found somewhere
I keep them rounds in here
They got a tuxedo you're dyin' to wear
See, I ain't too social with n***as
I just like boastin' on n***as
I ain't makin' no post 'bout no n***a
Can't talk to no ho 'bout n***a
[Verse 2: Stupid Duke]
These n***as be playin' too much (Playin')
The last opp got hit with the duck
I ain't gon' speak on that truck, lil' homie, you livin', you livin' off luck
A n***a said, "Fuck the mob and the pen'," I just got him stuck
He a certified bitch, he can't move off his bunk
I got the juice, is you crazy? I'm comin' like Donald Trump
Two things I ain't seen before, a UFO and a ho wouldn't fuck
I had a threesome with that bitch, lil' shorty a real slut
If Ricky run, then he done, he get hit with that pump
We spinned the block back-to-back, two got shot, one got slumped
Smokin' on an opp pack right now, I'm high as fuck
We ridin' four-deep with eight guns in this stoley truck
These n***as be talkin' to the laws, I ain't speakin' on nothin'
I'm takin' everything you give me, I ain't goin' for fronts
These n***as finger-lickin' good, remind me of a duck
I told 'em, "Don't move out here, the hundred in the trunk"
He said, "Take the dope and leave the money," I'm like, "What the fuck?"
He said leave the what and take the what? He crazy as fuck
He said leave the what and take the what? He crazy as fuck