Damn Fee
(Cas Bangz, he got that smoke wit' 'em)
Ayy, nigga, I remember one time
I had one of my lil niggas with me in the studio in LA
And he wanted to hit the bitch in the studio room
I told 'em, huh, here go the car keys (oh my God, it's Beemer Boy)
Man, go fuck that bitch in the backseat of the G-Wagon
You know, you know we on that AMG shit
Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers want to bam me
I don't fuck wit' other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no grams, I don't do the scammin'
I know I might go to hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn Demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels
I got thots in different colors like a power ranger
I hit the block then take it over, I need all the paper
I'm on the block wit' my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks wit' lasers
I told that bitch to eat my cock 'cause I don't need a favor
I love that guap, could never put a bitch before the paper
My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' wit' a razor
I'm eatin' lambchop in a Lamb' truck, I done elevated
My teacher thought I was gon' fail, I was a sixth grader
Now I got all this fuckin' money, fuck a education
And, just in case the feds come, my lawyer got an eighty
I know I treat her dead wrong, but I'm a project baby
I need somebody to save me
Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers want to bam me
I don't fuck wit' other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no grams, I don't do the scammin'
I know I might go to hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn Demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
We got lean, we got powder, we got Xans, we got Percs
We got beams, we got power, we got bands up the burst
Pull up your pants, I want neck, I done nutted on her skirt
About my brother, 'bout my round, I put your mans on a shirt
Fresh as hell, look at shorty lookin' Dapper Dan on the curb
These niggas quick to cuff a girl, and I just smack on the first date
It only cost a couple grand to get a ass, go through surgery
I heard you got up on the stand on a murder case
Lil' shawty real, she get a tan every Thursday
Lil' shawty Chinese, Jackie Chan, Burberry
My homie made so many bands sellin' 30s
Them shooters in a mini-van, clutchin' 30s
Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers want to bam me
I don't fuck wit' other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no grams, I don't do the scammin'
I know I might go to hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn Demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be