[Intro]
This year's award goes to
The only thing that I like

[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Verse 1]
Read receipt on and want you to know it
She sent some pictures as the next resort
Said that I was done 'cause she a skeezer and a floater
I saw them angels, I was back up in the water
She ass-naked, hangin’ out the moon roof
I turn around, I'm lip-level with the ooh-ooh
Said she love me, said, "Yeah, I love me too"
But I can't cuff her, n***a, that's the shit that you do
She out of your division, I can't blame you
And baby, we gon' get in trouble if I name you
I need a weekend, where you wanna catch a plane too
And all you'll need is a bikini where I bring you

[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the mid grade, seven
My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it
She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten
Cattin’ off, n***a, cattin' off
Got the goddess at home, blowin’ up the phone
But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone
And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah
Cattin' off, n***a, cattin’ off
[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Verse 2]
Leave the light on, yeah, girl, I wanna see it
And I rub ice on it 'fore I eat it
Let it out, wanna hear you screamin'
Chopper style, got her eyes rollin' like a demon
Chopper style, chop-chop-chopper style
She bust five more 'fore I pull the chopper out
Take the covers off, it's gettin' too hot
Her body lotion meltin' off, match her insides
She on me 'cause I'm pretty as a bitch and I listen to her
I like her 'cause she cool like my n***as
I think it's sexy when she dress like a n***a
Mama combat boots, head shaved like militia
Thrift shop, denim shorty all day
A lotta vintage, got a lotta high waist
A lotta sauce, yeah, she got good taste
She 20-somethin', old soul, middle-aged

[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the mid grade, seven
My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won't expect it
She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten
Cattin' off, n***a, cattin' off
Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone
But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone
And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah
Cattin' off, n***a, cattin' off
[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Outro]
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off