No Good
Mmm
Yeah
Coverboy Damez (Yeah)
Nah, its Big Damez bitch
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
I am on top and you niggas below me
Not going out sad, you never will hoe me
Don't call me yo patna if you do not know me
And you say you freaky? You gone have to show me
Call me the winner I'm not second placing
I'm hot in the winter I'm never complacent
Salmon for dinner, that Dior my fragrance
Yo pockets get thinner I get to replacing
It's pretty obvious why they don't like me
Just spare me the flexing that shit don't excite me
I'm gone need a bag if you gone invite me
I'm murdering beats, they bout to indict me
Flyest in the city, face so pretty
Pockets so full and my mouth so witty
Head so crazy make a nigga go dizzy
And I got the bands bussin' out the Benz no kizzy
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
Hop out the Benzo like I'm running late
Head to the jeweler, that's my kinda date
All these racks on me got me overweight
These niggas ain't having but I can't relate
Fuck on yo mouth in my Versace robe
They streaming my shit like all over the globe
These niggas they ain't really stick to the code
And I go so hard like this beat that I rode
Niggas talk, ain't making no contributions
They always got problems, ain't got no solutions
I ball on these niggas, got no substitutions
If he think he hot he just having illusions
I am the GOAT, you can't dispute it
I keep it so clean, yall just polluted
Switched out the coupe
And they tryna snoop
But don't get yo ass posted on ATL Scoop
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Yeah
(Sheesh)
Damez
Yeah
Coverboy Damez (Yeah)
Nah, its Big Damez bitch
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
I am on top and you niggas below me
Not going out sad, you never will hoe me
Don't call me yo patna if you do not know me
And you say you freaky? You gone have to show me
Call me the winner I'm not second placing
I'm hot in the winter I'm never complacent
Salmon for dinner, that Dior my fragrance
Yo pockets get thinner I get to replacing
It's pretty obvious why they don't like me
Just spare me the flexing that shit don't excite me
I'm gone need a bag if you gone invite me
I'm murdering beats, they bout to indict me
Flyest in the city, face so pretty
Pockets so full and my mouth so witty
Head so crazy make a nigga go dizzy
And I got the bands bussin' out the Benz no kizzy
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
Hop out the Benzo like I'm running late
Head to the jeweler, that's my kinda date
All these racks on me got me overweight
These niggas ain't having but I can't relate
Fuck on yo mouth in my Versace robe
They streaming my shit like all over the globe
These niggas they ain't really stick to the code
And I go so hard like this beat that I rode
Niggas talk, ain't making no contributions
They always got problems, ain't got no solutions
I ball on these niggas, got no substitutions
If he think he hot he just having illusions
I am the GOAT, you can't dispute it
I keep it so clean, yall just polluted
Switched out the coupe
And they tryna snoop
But don't get yo ass posted on ATL Scoop
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Head like a dummy, I fuck on the money
I promise this shit got me feeling so good
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Should I go crazy? Man I think I should
I put that shit on
You wishing you could
Misunderstood, we roll through the hood
We stuffin' the wood, we up to no good
Yeah
(Sheesh)
Damez
Credits
Writer(s): Damien Henderson
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