Damn Lyrics
Damn
Damn, damn, damn
Whoa, whoa
Damn
I’ma let this MAC fly(MAC fly)
I ain’t squashin’ shit like them other guys
And I ain’t stoppin’ shit if my brother die(Hell nah, n****)
And I’ll send a blitz, fuck the other side
Hangin’ out the window, let this stick ride(Let it ride)
Yellow tape, it’s another homicide(Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can’t stand to see my mama cry(N****, what? N****, what?)
N**** said, “Spin they block,” now they Fox 5(Pussy)
Like, n***** goddamn(21, damn, 21)
N***** just watch they man die(Goddamn, 21, goddamn)
And go cry on Instagram(21, goddamn, 21, goddamn)
Make goddamn long-ass comments on Instagram and shit(21, goddamn, 21, goddamn, 21, goddamn)
But n***** like us(21, damn, 21)
We can’t sit back and watch this shit go on and shit(Damn, 21, damn, 21)
‘Cause n***** done died behind this shit, you know?(Damn, 21, goddamn, 21)
N***** done been around each other dub plus since some kids(Goddamn, 21, goddamn, 21, goddamn)
Damn, I miss Larry, though(That’s my dog)
I wish he had it on, he could’ve killed that ho(Huh?)
He ain’t die over no beef or no smoke, though(What the fuck?)
You can’t put him in no weed and make no jokes, ho(What the fuck?)
We done smoked a lot of n*****, we up the score-score(The score, n****, 21)
We done killed a lot of n*****, it’s on the low-low(Now you know, n****, 21)
You done told on hella n*****, you broke the G code(Pussy, what?)
See, Tip my dog, he ain’t my friend, that’s my bro-bro(That’s my bro, 21)
See, Savage got a n**** back if I went broke(That’s my dog)
And I’ll get a n**** stretched if he want smoke(Get you gone)
And I ain’t dissin’ on no track for no promo(What the fuck?)
Because I make a lot of money for you hobos(Why you duck, n****? 21)
Pussy boy(21)
See, I just be in my head wonderin’ like
How the hell you gon’ go to war and you ain’t got no money?
You gotta pay for the funerals
You gotta goddamn make sure you got
Them nice-ass clothes they be wearin’ at the casket and shit
You gotta make sure them folks’ mamas straight
You gotta make sure your dog goddamn
Uh, uh, uh
Get put in the ground the right way
I’m so sick of playin’ these streets and they wonder why(They wonder why)
Had a dirty Glock on me like a hundred times
And I still got thirty shots, that’s on cap, although I joke and bap a lot
I ain’t talkin’ shit on wax ’cause n***** get whacked who rap a lot
Still fuckin’ up them racks and pullin’ fast shit off the lot
Took some inches off the top, put an extension on the Glock
Said the streets was done now, heard it ain’t no fun now(You know that)
He got hit with twenty-three, ’cause had his tongue out(MJ, talkin’)
When you get caught, don’t run now, I love the sound of gunshots
First I seen an opp shot, then I see the son shot
Like a staircase, I’ll run down, spin from sunup to sundown
Forty up rounds, you get gunned down, we’ll spill homicide in your town
I be shinin’ up and down
Rockin’ diamonds, when I come around, a hundred rounds(You know that)
When I touch down, I’ll probably blew around fifty thou'(Aye, aye)
If I come around, that mean I probably made a hundred thou'(Swerve)
You lil’ n***** clowns, you out of style
Leave you out of bounds, you out of bounds(You out of bounds)
Lay that hammer down, go out of town(Gone)
Brought this shit up from the ground, that’s my stompin’ ground
Graduate the streets, front line, cap and gown
I’ma let this MAC fly(MAC fly)
I ain’t squashin’ shit like them other guys
And I ain’t stoppin’ shit if my brother die(Hell nah, n****)
And I’ll send a blitz, fuck the other side
Hangin’ out the window, let this stick ride(Let it ride)
Yellow tape, it’s another homicide(Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can’t stand to see my mama cry(N****, what? N****, what?)
N**** said, “Spin they block,” now they Fox 5(Let’s go, n****, 21)