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dam. (feat. F.Rider)
by yungcredz
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Put a switch on a Glock, it go bang
I just called a shawty, pulled up and she wanna spam
If that boy gon talkin' down, he get chopped like a lamb
Yeah, fucking on his ex bitch and he gon' be like dam
Be like "dam.", ca-called the plug
I told him to send shit thru-thru, through the mail
I-I just linked a bank deposit, this shit not a scam
Prada on my ass, R-R R.I.P to Yams
Touching down in LA like I play for the Rams
Yeah, one two three, yeah, I count that bitch, I dip, huh
Sipping Wock', oh na na, leaders ain't dip, huh
I take her top off now, I fuck that bitch, I eat, yuh
I'm pushin' gas til that this shit becomes E, huh
I'm sippin' my Sprite, real tall, I flex and I ball, huh
You bitches be askin' shit, I send em' a pic, huh
I know, I know, you doin' too much
Shawty wanna fuck, I send up her ass for fun
I got all these ice on me, ice all on my neck, huh
I just pulled up on a Ghost, and ghost and go, huh
I hit Rider up, told him to hop a song, he spit on this beat
Why you tryna call yourself the Lod
Boy, you can't even make proper songs
Imperfections, yeah, that's what we know
Boy, you next up, oh wait, oh no, you next down
I said hold up, these little kids tryna blow up
Tryna play, yeah, with dem' cards
But you don't know, lil' boy, better show up
"Lod" in his name, I'ma throw up
Shawty, she told me "Come over", told her "Don't pour me a four" yuh
Don't be askin' for more, I'm with the mo
Me and the gang, we stay on go
Put a switch on a Glock, it go bang
I just called a shawty, pulled up and she wanna spam
If that boy gon talkin' down, he get chopped like a lamb
Yeah, fuckin' on his ex bitch and he gon' be like dam
Be like "dam." , ca-called the plug
I told him to send shit thru-thru, through the mail
I-I just linked a bank deposit, this shit not a scam
Prada on my ass, R-R R.I.P to Yams
Touchin' down in LA like I play for the Rams
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so rushed up, yeah
And I'm sippin' Wock, yeah, it's coating up my system
Overpowered, feel like I'm Ramattra
Like ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
She's so Sicillian, I know she knows a million
I want a billion but i need a trillion
A-ah, ketamine my only medicine
A-ah, ketamine my only medicine
All the pussyboys yeah, they outside
Uh, yeah, they lookin' at my plate tryna take a bite
Timberlake, I feel like sayin' bye, bye, bye
You can't be honest, just say I'm your top five
Can't fuck with the boy
Can't fuck with the billy
Everytime they tryna copy my shit
They sound so so silly
And I'm rocking all F.Gear
You lookin' like bald Brittney Spears
I make em' cry to my songs
I make a thug shed a tear
I'm a billyboyyy, oyy oyy
Credyboy, oyy oyy
I'm a billyboyyy, oyy oyy
Credyboy, oyy oyy
Put a switch on a Glock, it go bang
I just called a shawty, pulled up and she wanna spam
If that boy gon talkin' down, he get chopped like a lamb
Yeah, fucking on his ex bitch and he gon' be like dam
Be like "dam.", ca-called the plug
I told him to send shit thru-thru, through the mail
I-I just linked a bank deposit, this shit not a scam
Prada on my ass, R-R R.I.P to Yams
Touching down in LA like I play for the Rams
Yeah, one two three, yeah, I count that bitch, I dip, huh
Sipping Wock', oh na na, leaders ain't dip, huh
I take her top off now, I fuck that bitch, I eat, yuh
I'm pushin' gas til that this shit becomes E, huh
I'm sippin' my Sprite, real tall, I flex and I ball, huh
You bitches be askin' shit, I send em' a pic, huh
I know, I know, you doin' too much
Shawty wanna fuck, I send up her ass for fun
I got all these ice on me, ice all on my neck, huh
I just pulled up on a Ghost, and ghost and go, huh
I hit Rider up, told him to hop a song, he spit on this beat
Why you tryna call yourself the Lod
Boy, you can't even make proper songs
Imperfections, yeah, that's what we know
Boy, you next up, oh wait, oh no, you next down
I said hold up, these little kids tryna blow up
Tryna play, yeah, with dem' cards
But you don't know, lil' boy, better show up
"Lod" in his name, I'ma throw up
Shawty, she told me "Come over", told her "Don't pour me a four" yuh
Don't be askin' for more, I'm with the mo
Me and the gang, we stay on go
Put a switch on a Glock, it go bang
I just called a shawty, pulled up and she wanna spam
If that boy gon talkin' down, he get chopped like a lamb
Yeah, fuckin' on his ex bitch and he gon' be like dam
Be like "dam." , ca-called the plug
I told him to send shit thru-thru, through the mail
I-I just linked a bank deposit, this shit not a scam
Prada on my ass, R-R R.I.P to Yams
Touchin' down in LA like I play for the Rams
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so rushed up, yeah
And I'm sippin' Wock, yeah, it's coating up my system
Overpowered, feel like I'm Ramattra
Like ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
She's so Sicillian, I know she knows a million
I want a billion but i need a trillion
A-ah, ketamine my only medicine
A-ah, ketamine my only medicine
All the pussyboys yeah, they outside
Uh, yeah, they lookin' at my plate tryna take a bite
Timberlake, I feel like sayin' bye, bye, bye
You can't be honest, just say I'm your top five
Can't fuck with the boy
Can't fuck with the billy
Everytime they tryna copy my shit
They sound so so silly
And I'm rocking all F.Gear
You lookin' like bald Brittney Spears
I make em' cry to my songs
I make a thug shed a tear
I'm a billyboyyy, oyy oyy
Credyboy, oyy oyy
I'm a billyboyyy, oyy oyy
Credyboy, oyy oyy