Damn Songtext
von 112

Tell ah nigga pipe down he ain′t on shit
Hollering this and that pussy nigga come spin sum

Posted up like nick wit hella drums
Told the nigga spin but Ik he ain't that dum

Catch 5 to the head wit that dumb dumb
Mommy said leave the streets alone you the one son

I need bag like a crack head I need it
Been going hard on the mic I′m conceited

Got stay with the heat I'm anemic
They took 5th long Live the fucking demon

We going make sure you ain't die for no reason
Roddy rich we going ball every season

Sticked up all my niggas some reapers
Really in the field them niggas in the bleachers

Hating on us bitch nigga get ya funds up
Ain′t chasing a bag den you can′t come around us

Nah iont freestyle I get down in the notes
You deep down in waters we sinking ya boat


You heard lul mook ain't no throwing down 4s
You run up on me ima blow snotty nose

Ain′t nobody help me did this shit on my own
My momma ain't like it I was smoking big gas

Had to hop off the porch told my momma I′m grown
Everybody round me sticked up

If you think you wan beef pussy nigga better have you a tone
Got quit smoking blacks bitch fuck wit my lungs

Running from 12 ain't no get in that jam

My momma not straight can′t be lock in that can

I heard that he cool him down like a fan
Drew Brees wit the dot hit him and his mans

Damn
They think I can't do it but Ik that I can

Back den I was trying come up off a gram
Now I'm trying get a show no less than a band

I′m trying get that bag and they praying that I flop
Posted up like shaq on that mf block

I got niggas kick door for that mf Gwaup
Just like a high five meet me up at the top


They hating on ne cause my pockets got knots
You pull up in the trench bet ya shit getting parked

We be playing that iron like our last name starks
Sticky situation nigga yea I think this the one

I remember back then i was doing this for fun
But a nigga started hating so that playing shit done

Some how I got fans but they claim that I suck
They threw me in the booth now nigga wassup

I ain′t have rap dreams did this shit out the strength

Late night early morning up tryna get Rich
I'm deep in the trench smoking opps onna step

Think you choosing the right path shit going left
Slide to my hood better hope that you blessed

My niggas they shooting to kill str8 neck shot
Them hollow tip bullets going leave you a bald spot

Them niggas be str8 wit a band they flex on the gram
I can′t get wit that

Know some niggas riding wit some straps

Spin the block if we miss we spinning back
Know some shooter that don't know how lack

When you see em already know he got the strap
Why they hating trying put the a onna map

Think I′m done wit this shit man it's a wrap
And If iont blow then it′s back to the trap