Dgal - DAMN (feat. 'Naki & C.A.M)

All white the minivan
Put a bag on head, get you finished man
One more time, spin the block like a ceiling fan
On my live, on my cock, bitch you been a fan
Got the police stressed out 'bout my business man
All my niggas been on, bitch it been a plan
Put the Richard Mill on like "You did it C.A.M"
Got her breakin me off I don't give a damn
Hold the Motorola, keep the trap phone beepin'
Whippin' so much soda tell them Jakes come sweep me
Let me roll up roll up, hit the gas, come see me
Different color Js, makin' plays on defense
Bad bitch suck me down, in her mouth, like teething
When I'm in ya town, goin' down, they creepin'
Keep a hundred round, with a pound, they sleepin'
Say she want it now but a nigga can't keep it
I cannot keep it, no, I gotta leave it
Fall back, like leaf from a tree
Grinding all season, tryn cop me a Demon
I'm uppin my prices, my profits increase
Ain't got you no reason, stay plottin' scheming
My music is streaming, aint coppin' no lease
You niggas my nieces, 'cause we really eating
We poppin' like grease
Block 100 degrees
Rocky relations, she pop it, she shake it
But no, she ain't basic, she wildin' for me
Bust it down Gucci, no stylist for me
If he want problems, get violent wit me
I keep a stick, my bitch ridin' w me
Left hand, each pocket about like a G
You niggas know how I go
Bitch I'm gon steal the show
Then I pass it to Annunaki

Damn they get shocked when I hop on the beat
Shorty jaw drop when I hop out the V
I got a lot they be shopping with me
But my shit be exquisite, it's not for the cheap
Give her dick from the back, gotta stop it's too deep
Send my bitch to the mall she gon' shop for a week
Only come if you call, I can't stop, I can't speak
Need a play on Monday, it's first down going deep

I'm on my shit ain't no stopping it, damn
Ride with them bags full of pot in it, grams
School of hard knocks I done earned me a scholarship
These niggas flopped the exam
Talking bout partnerships, I had to find me a plug and get right with it him
Still I don't call him my friend
I took loss several times
But at heart I'm a boss
So you know I got right at the end
I love my brothers, I call them my dogs
One call, they kill you real life no pretend
That ain't no gun if the clip don't extend
We park the whip, door get kicked, we come in

It ain't no fun if she can't bring her friend
Making a play I can't come of the bench
Shorty got whacked tryna hop through the fence
Forty pop flash like a camera lens

Who is this guy? They wanna know that
Act a fool with that fye, ima blow that
Big KB when I shoot, tell him hold that
It ain't sweet but I think that they know that
Hide that weed where they think that my coats at
The closet
I only hang around bosses
I'm smoking pressure, I'm coughing
He say it's pressure, we off him
Like the smoke cause it's all about profit

We gon' off his ass man

I like, to smoke but we gon off him like, the smoke
Yunnah mean?

Good lookin' out C.A.M

Written by:
Cameron Muniz, Marcus Slater

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