DAMN HOMIE (feat. Lil Yachty)

Uh-uh, yeah, uh

He shot first when we get back

Shoot up the party, we fuck up the kickback

I have my **** pull up where you live at

And my **** purgin', we hop out Suburbans like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back

I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin', I pull that bitch out then I aim at your six-pack

Servin' these bullets, I heard it was Christmas, we decorate your block with bullets

I put on my mask and I put on my hoodie, I pray to God that nobody got the footage

I'm pullin' up slow and I roll down the window, I catch me an opp, I'm not afraid to pull it

And we givin' him shots like a camera

Just like the picture, you know that boy yvngxchris took it (yeah, yvngxchris took it)

If you scared, get a dog, ****

Shoot him in his leg and I told him, "Shake it off, ****"

Do that **** like Dwayne, I'ma get him rocked, ****

You ain't really nothin' but a Shade Room blog ****

Take her back to telly, get her gone with him

Tryna get a milf, might as well bring your mom with you

Put that bitch up on the bed, then I long dick her

Take a **** whip, back then, used to rob ****

Yeah, way back then, used to rock ****

Way back then, used to do what I had to

Nowadays, I got a thousand of bitches but way back when, I was broke, I just had to-

Damn, homie

In high school, bitch, I'm the man, homie

This shit is lit

Now I'm rockin' the Belacartes with the Rick

Yeah, my money be flippin', twerkin', do a split

I'ma cut that boy like a surgeon, he a bitch

Or just put that lil' bag on your head, you get hit

They was just hatin', now on my dick

(Got Johnny Dang, all on my wrist)

Cop me a chain, it cost a brick

Shorty a fan, she want a pic'

And I'm rockin' designer, I drop me a couple of bands on this fit

Why that boy in the house like he Cory? He postin' 'em bands on his story, that boy is a lick

I don't talk, better talk to the .40, I link with your shorty, that thot finna give me the spits

I'm droppin' a bag when I'm shoppin', when that **** yvngxchris walk in, these **** turn bitch

Do it myself, no assist (on God)

Walk in that bitch with a limp, told that bitch, "I don't kiss"

Knowin' I'm genius at least (cap)

Got my lil' dawg or a lawyer to put him in a blitz

Knowin' he'll still do a bid (yeah)

But them folks was givin' 'em death, so anything is better than that (oh)

I want my dog and a cat (ice)

Post cellphones, all both, thank God I ain't stuck in the trap, I used to scam before rap (damn)

Rich hill sticks, got a cost on chops (damn)

I just got me a switch, might go buy me a bitch (damn)

Diamond on bands, offset, four on spot

Belly up in the Ritz, I fell in love with my wrist (ee)

Twenty-four years, I stomped on Earth, I ain't ask for shit, ain't have a pot for piss

I sleep with one eye wide, my pride Tim Tebow slick

I be finessin' a lick

It's us, you know that, ahh