dayumn

Runnin' up with the bag
She said I'm her man
This bitch call me her dad
This bitch call me Saddam
She hit me I'm like dayumn
I hit her while she came
This lil bitch is a fan
She doin' all she can
The blick it go like blam
I hit that bitch like dayumn

I'm in the night, you can't understand
A scary sight, I might be your end
I just popped two xannys now, I can't fail
Got some red notes they came straight through the mail
She want me to buy her brand new bag Chanel
When I walk in, they be asking, what's that smell?

Gas hella potent, yeah I love that grown shit
Gas what I'm smoking, we don't smoke that old shit
He thought we were joking, threw him in the ocean
Pack got me choking
Prada on my clothing

It's like destiny every time I walk in the store
I wake up, and I think, damn I need more
I'm a VIP, they let me in through the back door
What you tryna do, is you tryna start a war?
I feel like a mall whore, spill the potion on the floor
I got everything you need, I keep it hidden in my core
I ask for a lot more
You know my swag, but not my lore
Got illegal substances, I keep them hidden in my drawer

Runnin' up with the bag
She said I'm her man
This bitch call me her dad
This bitch call me Saddam
She hit me I'm like dayumn
I hit her while she came
This lil bitch is a fan
She doin' all she can
The blick it go like blam
I hit that bitch like dayumn

In my truey jeans, I got hella things
She wanting all my garments, cause they Japanese
That brother don't know what he's saying, he speak Yapanese
I think they might be scared, I walk in and they all freeze
I think that they envy me, go ahead and pay the fee
I don't know why you call me G, I don't know you fuck off please

Gas hella potent, yeah I love that grown shit
Gas what I'm smoking, we don't smoke that old shit
He thought we were joking, threw him in the ocean
Pack got me choking
Prada on my clothing



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Writer(s): Memory Lane
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