Got Damn

Boom, bam god damn
(yea) God damn

Its my turn to burn like the weed in my right hand
Pass it to the left as I beat you with the mic stand
Really not the type to stop a fight while I'm hype man
Konni droppin' bombs, aint no tellin' where they might land
The seventh day I let it go, I elevate with better flow
These bitches steppin' up and I'll penetrate their genitals
Medicate, my head is full, I'll set it straight ya better know
A heavyweight, I'll never break, so you can suck a testicle
Demonstrate my level bro, it wasn't hypothetical
Not the best looking but the type to get a centerfold
Eat you like your edible, weed greener then a vegetable
You steppin' to my squad I'll leave you leakin' out your sweater bro
Weekly on my schedule, I do this till my jobs done
Push the double shift, dope music ya we got some
Workin' overtime just too better our chances
Its gettin' better then I ever imagined
(God Damn)

(Boom Bam God damn)
(God, god, god, damn)
(Boom Bam God damn)
(God, god, god damn)

My appearance is known, shootin' clear out the chrome
My name holds clout from over here out to Rome
I shine bright, the limelight shows my reflection
Made a move when time was right chose my direction
Straight heat I spit it real you suckers play cheap
I erase dreams when i approach or if your face me
I'm hopped up and hype, you talk tough
I might just go buck, get loose and locked up
Its nothin' to a boss, they always choose me
I'm makin' bank and stackin' paper like its loose-leaf
Your crews weak, the truth speaks when I hit the mic
Their gettin' high off every line like i was flippin' white
So now I'm sick and it shows
No time to loose these moves I make, or how I'm grippin' my doe
Real talk, when you see me I be deep in the mix
Haters diss but this aint new and always speak like a bitch

(Boom Bam God damn)
(God, god, god, damn)
(Boom Bam God damn)
(God, god, god damn)



Credits
Writer(s): Gio Nardi, Tyler Birch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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