Reparations! - Extended
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Whi-whi-white hoe, reparations
Spent five bands, shout out the nation
I got Glocks, fuck an education
I got thots, got 'em in rotation
You could get mopped if I hear that you hatin'
It's crazy how niggas be fuckin' with Satan
No weed, no sleep
These niggas broke and goofy
Baby, you thick, let's make a movie
When I get a kid, I'ma drip 'em in Gucci
You niggas funny, like Poudii
I heard your tape, that shit was dookie
My new bitch bald, nigga, like Fousey
I don't like to talk, I just get to shootin'
They said, "Dami, extend Reparations!"
Can you pass the J, nigga? No, I'm facin'
Glock make him fall, no precipitation
If I see a lick then I get to casin'
I seen your bitch and shawty was cakin'
These niggas ain't proud or surprised that I made it
If you only want clout, then get out my face, bitch
Your bitch single for me but I thought she was taken
You postin' DM's, lil' bitch, you basic
Gang gettin' money, I think it's contagious
Countin' up racks on the daily basis
I don't know about you but I'm destined for greatness
Shawty want my attention but I never gave it
Got a Glock with a beam, lil' nigga, no lame shit
She say that she rainbow but she wanna taste it
Ain't nowhere that I can't go, I'm good in every state, bitch
Whi-whi-white hoe, reparations
Spent five bands, shout out the nation
I got Glocks, fuck an education
I got thots, got 'em in rotation
You could get mopped if I hear that you hatin'
It's crazy how niggas be fuckin' with Satan
No weed, no sleep
These niggas broke and goofy
Baby, you thick, let's make a movie
When I get a kid, I'ma drip 'em in Gucci
You niggas funny, like Poudii
I heard your tape, that shit was dookie
My new bitch bald, nigga, like Fousey
I don't like to talk, I just get to shootin'
They said, "Dami, extend Reparations!"
Can you pass the J, nigga? No, I'm facin'
Glock make him fall, no precipitation
If I see a lick then I get to casin'
I seen your bitch and shawty was cakin'
These niggas ain't proud or surprised that I made it
If you only want clout, then get out my face, bitch
Your bitch single for me but I thought she was taken
You postin' DM's, lil' bitch, you basic
Gang gettin' money, I think it's contagious
Countin' up racks on the daily basis
I don't know about you but I'm destined for greatness
Shawty want my attention but I never gave it
Got a Glock with a beam, lil' nigga, no lame shit
She say that she rainbow but she wanna taste it
Ain't nowhere that I can't go, I'm good in every state, bitch
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Writer(s): Milan Waterhout, David Wallace
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