[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n***a)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n***a
Feelin' some type of way (Any of y'all, bah)

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Late night, me bustin' a whole square into circles (Zips)
Bag up and a damn errand, you know a n***a gon' catch it
Your bitch throw me the neck, you know a n***a gon' catch it (You already know)
Hundred grams in my possession, you know a n***a gon' strеtch it (Two hundred of 'em)
Get monеy, fuck bein' broke, lil' n***a, that's not an option (That's lame)
These lil' n***as so messy and they main bitch so sloppy (We don't talk)
Look, n***a, if Louis belts and foregins get her excited
N***a, that bitch triflin', you supposed to one-night her
Fell in love with that dog money and that white (I love you)
Your bitch is such a slob, fucked her for a pair of Nikes (A hundred dollars)
Team East Damedot, I'm a boss, it's apparent (You see me)
I know it's good to see a n***a, but watch all of that starin'
Certain shit make the hoes nut, so I gotta watch what I'm wearin' (Yeah)
PRPs with the bankroll, make her bust it open on camera (Yeah)
In the club drinkin' out the bottle like where the fuck is my manners? (Fuck is that?)
Unless they twenty-six hundred, we don't fuck around with no glasses (Naw)
N***a
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n***a)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n***a
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Play with bitches' emotions (My bad)
Fuck foreign, she open (She open)
Shit that I'm smokin', I call it "Cali Promotion" (Loud)
Young n***a covered in Dolce (Gabbana), no cologne, just an OG
Right hand, that double cup, left wrist, that Rose
You could see it good when I'm rollin', man, ice clearer than the ocean (The ocean)
Lean got me unfocused, kush so strong I'm chokin'
Hit a lot of bitches on snowden, I don't choose hoes, I'm chosen (Chosen)
Buffs white like yola (Yola), stretch work like yoga (Yoga)
Damn, I hate bein' sober, that's one-eighty in that soda (Six)
Cuttin' up in that Nash, that's twenty-five in that motor (Cuz)
Countin' up, me and Mike G, that's twenty pints in that Rover (Mike G)
Weed 'bows, bring the liquor in, make one call, it was over
Your bitch come right over, she play singles, she show up (Singles)
Fuck boys don't know us, know Eastside n***as go dumb (Go dumb)
Six Mile bitch warren up, that's me and Lil P throwin' up
Kush house on four-one, just call Chiefy you pullin' up, bitch
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n***a)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n***a
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)

[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
Lil P, I'm so street, your OG, he know me
Your OG, she owe me, said keep that on the low-key (On the low)
Iced buffs plain Rollie (Yop), Jesus piece is so holy
You love the bitch, she love me, your main ho so scurvy (Go)
Shirt off when I skrrt off, them Forgi rims gon' hurt him
I want the n***as that killed Troy, won't stop until I hurt 'em
Hundred round for certain (Yop), thirty round on person (Woo)
Bitch tell me I'm cute and I look way better in person
Pants saggin', my drawers showin' (Yop), my bitch mad, I'm back smokin' (Yop)
I was down bad, now I'm back goin'
Gotta thank God I'm back focused (Go)
How you a boss and your stack foldin'?
How you a shooter with no mag on you?
How your bitch bad with no bag on her?
No income, no cash on her (Lil' bitch)
Ridin' around with that sack on me (Yop)
I'm a dope dealer (Woo)
Why my shooter react like that? He a coke sniffer (Yup)
Why them n***as hatin' like that? 'Cause they ho n***as (Pussy)
Team Eastside Ghetto Boy, that's for sure, n***a
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n***a)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n***a
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)